It was borne in upon me that with the tip of this wand I must touch each star in passing.

And I knew, in all absoluteness, that did I but miss one star I should be precipitated into some unplummeted abyss of unthinkable and eternal punishment and guilt.
Long I pursued my starry quest.

When I say "long," you must bear in mind the enormous extension of time that had occurred in my brain.

For centuries I trod space, with the tip of my wand and with unerring eye and hand tapping each star I passed.

Ever the way grew brighter.