No. Atmosphere interrupts the flight of their light to your eyes.

The marble wept. The faithful told me.

No. Condensation collects as the cool stone warms.

The sun set. The moon rose. I saw them. I did.

No. Round earth revolves once every twenty-four hours, once
every one thousand four hundred forty minutes, once every
eighty-six thousand four hundred seconds.

I shall carve my names in the snow no matter what you say.

Go ahead, silly boy.