The

                                                                        night was so quiet

                                     and the birds were so tired.

                                          An old man could not tell if the skies were black or dark blue.

                              But in this curiosity, he noticed that the sky had a weird spark. He tried to find out

                what that spark was, but failed to get an answer. A bird flew to his shoulders. He looked at the bird

                          as if it knew the answer to his question. But unfortunately, it flew away in one glance.

                                    Then the old man walked through the distant woods. Disturbed, helpless,

                                     Profound. Again he observed the sky. The weird spark stood on the

                                   tale of the small dipper. The spark was different from all the others that  

                               made the dipper. The old man walked a mile  or so  and found the spark at the

                        same spot. He quickly drove his car 20 miles        west and yet found it right above him.

                     Confused, he caught a woman walking                                on the street And begged her to tell 

                him what the spark was.                                                                                  At last, in the midst of

            nowhere,  With no one he                                                                                             knew, With nothing              

        to say, he                                                                                                                                          found out