“The Heavens declare the Glory of God, and the Firmament sheweth His Handiwork,” says the psalmist, and even a child can see what he meant. To look up at the night sky and to see the stars looking coldly down and to be moved to the core of one’s being, is often one’s first contact with the transcendent. So it was with me as a child, and I shall never forget the sense of a planet holding me comfortably to itself, while I lay on my back in soft grass on a summer night looking out into infinity. I was…