I was reading one of my son's Van Gogh books a few years back when I got
news that my cousin had just died from leukaemia. The book consists of his
paintings and letters from him to his brother Theo. His painting Starry
Night was accompanied by the following letter from 1889 which touched me and
I thought that you might like it:
That raises again the eternal question: is the whole of life visible to us,
or do we in fact know only the one hemisphere before we die?. For my part I
know nothing with certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream, in
the same simple way I dream about the black dots representing towns and
villages on a map. Why I ask myself, should the shining dots in the sky be
any less accessible to us than the black dots on the map of France? If we
take the train to get to Tarascon or Rouen, then we take death to go to a
star. What is certainly true in this reasoning is that while we are alive we
cannot go to a star, any more than, once dead, we could catch a train. It
seems not impossible to me that cholera, gravel, phthisis and cancer could
be means of celestial transportation, just as steam boats, omnibuses and
railways serve that function on earth. To die peacefully of old age would be
to go there on foot.
Ian
PS I don't belive in god, but I can see the stars.