Star gazing

Weren't it the old Greeks that claimed that a blanket was pulled over the world when you went to sleep? An old partly ragged blanket, full of tears and holes: that were the comets and planets. That explanation always settled my mind at ease because its so comforting. We don't really want to know why everything is as it is, we just want the most comforting explanation. Or the most poetic... We search only for that we want to find...