http://seligorscastle.zoomshare.com The Star-Mill An invisible Giant harvests the stars with a scythe as dark and as wide as all of empty space. He gathers them up in a sack upon his back and carries them up the hill behind the Sun, where he tips them into his Star-mill and grinds them down. Slowly, slowly, a thin trickle of silver moisture oozes from a spigot at the bottom of the Star-mill - it takes a million stars to manufacture just one tiny drop. When the Giant has enough to fill a tiny phial, he assumes a smaller, although still invisible form, and goes about the Universe applying the star-elixir to the eyes of new born babies. It is this that makes them glimmer and shine with laughter, or, when they are sad, combines with ordinary water (although of course it's not really ordinary) to form the stuff of tears. Once, when I was very young, I thought I saw the outline of the invisible Giant against the dark night sky outside my bedroom window. Frightened I ran into my parents bedroom and the safety of their big warm bed, where I allowed them to convince me it was only the shadow of a tree that I had seen ............ Thankfully, now I am not so sure.