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Vincent van Gogh on the stars

Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh Arles, c. 9 July 1888:

That brings up again the eternal question: is life completely visible to us, or isn't it rather that this side of death we see one hemisphere only?

And:

For my own part, I declare I know nothing whatever about it. But to look at the stars always makes me dream, as simply as I dream over the black dots of a map representing towns and villages. Why, I ask myself, should the shining dots of the sky not be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France? If we take the train to get to Tarascon or Rouen, we take death to reach a star. One thing undoubtedly true in this reasoning is this: that while we are alive we cannot get to a star, any more than when we are dead we can take the train.

So it doesn't seem impossible to me that cholera, gravel, pleurisy & cancer are the means of celestial locomotion, just as steam-boats, omnibuses and railways are the terrestrial means. To die quietly of old age would be to go there on foot.

Which, to me, puts his Starry Night on a bigger canvas than it had before.