in the study of astronomy

Just reread H. G. Wells' _The Island of Doctor Moreau_ and the
following caught my eye...

The narrator concludes his story with:

"I spend many of the clear nights in the study of astronomy. There
is—though I do not know how there is or why there is—a sense of
infinite peace and protection in the glittering hosts of heaven. There
it must be, I think, in the vast and eternal laws of matter, and not
in the daily cares and sins and troubles of men, that whatever is more
than animal within us must find its solace and its hope."

I couldn't have said it better myself. But then I don't perform
diabolical experiments making monsters either...
Marty