One night, the king had a dream that he was lost in a forest. An angel descended, bathed in light, and announced, "Shooting stars only fall to the Earth. They never retrace their path to the heavens." The royal prognosticator, called to interpret the dream, was stumped. He sheepishly mumbled, "There is no ignorance and there is no extinction of ignorance." The king smiled; it was his favorite thing to hear.