I was walking in the open air on a beautiful spring morning... this was only a tiny fragment of Earth Ð and yet the idea seemed to me... so true and obvious that she was an Angel, who was moving through the sky... I asked myself how it was possible that men should have blinded themselves... to the point where they go looking for Angels above them, or somewhere in the emptiness of the sky, and find them nowhere.
Gustav Fechner, 1861