“Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, without even realizing what he’s doing — that isn’t important? If someone loved a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that’s enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself, ‘My flower’s up there somewhere …’ But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him, it’s as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn’t important?”