"Not just beautiful, though — the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they’re watching me.
What I’ve up till now, what I’m going to do — they know it all.
Nothing gets past their watchful eyes. As I sit there under the shining night sky, again a violent fear takes hold of me.
My heart’s pounding a mile a minute, and I can barely breathe.
All these millions of stars looking down on me, and I’ve never given them more than a passing thought before.
Not just the stars — how many other things haven’t I noticed in the world,
things I know nothing about?
I suddenly feel helpless, completely powerless.
And I know I’ll never outrun that awful feeling."Haruki Murakami