To be or not to be, that had been the question. Where the Prince of Denmark turned back the poor artist had no fear. Dreams dark enough had clouded his life, any which might come in the infinite sleep held no greater terror than those he had lived with. And so, by his own hand, night fell.

    Darkness arrives and Vincent van Gogh dreams in his eternal sleep of a universe filled with insanely beautiful spirals, populated with beautifully insane inmates. Above his tomb, but beneath the sky, an astronomer seeks the Pole Star to navigate the turbulent heavens but can't find it and, not being able to find it, names it Truth. But Heisenberg is uncertain and Schrodinger takes a catnap while van Gogh's reverie touches upon his former existence in a dreamlike insane asylum called Earth.
    And, at last, he knows peace.

    While we try to figure this one out you may want to visit a Starry Night link. Braver souls may look for uncertainty  here. Schrodinger's cat can be heard purring  here.