I can still see the night of my first flight to Argentina, a dark night in which only a few lights, scattered over the plain, twinkled like stars. In the ocean of darkness, each one of them signified a miracle – human consciousness. In that house someone was reading, thinking or opening their heart to someone. There, people loved again. Lights burned here and there on the plain and demanded the food they deserved. But among those living stars, how many windows were closed, how many stars were extinguished, people asleep… Let us try to get closer to each other. Let us seek understanding with a few of those lights scattered over the plain.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Earth, the planet of people
