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The first time i saw the real night sky i was frozen and i started tearing up
All the sentences made sense. The stars were where the gods lived, pinpricks of light. When we drove through the american southwest, i stuck my head out the window on the mountain on the car to just look. And have my breath taken away. It was everything the books described it as. Glitter on a black bolt of velvet. This is what i have been robbed of growing up in the city, in the suburbs. A good day there would be able to see a handful of stars, and guess the big dipper. Half of the stars were fake, they blinked, and moved if you looked at them too long. I never imagined that I could see all those stars on the unpolluted night sky without a telescope. When i got my cheap telescope i would go to the backyard, and my breath would mist up, but i would sit there on my plastic stool and adjust the lens until the Moon filled up my entire vision. It was so big and bright and I watched as it rose out of the telescope lens, and I had to adjust it. I could SEE the moon rise. I never thought that the moon would move when im looking at it. I never looked at the moon long enough to see it moving. I just saw a picture of the night sky filled with stars and once again my breath is taken away. The sky is so full of stars and yet it is a pity that we cant see them. Civilization and fog of darkness is blocking out our nature, our own spirits, to look up at the stars. Now we need to build telescopes to see them clearly, to find a way out of our fog. Its not fair. “It was as if i looked at you and all the sonnets made sense. The good ones anyway” if we were villains
Why would we ever give this up
The sky that inspired a thousand, a million artists, writers, dreamers. Made us feel so small. Civilization blocks this out. Makes us feel big. Our egos go unchecked. THe night sky does not faze us. Not anymore. And imagine being on the ocean. On a still lake. And you jump in the water and you are swimming in teh void. In the starlight, you float on your back surrounded by stars. They make as feel small and insignificant. We are small and insigifigant. But each one of them is small and insignificant. But together they are mighty. And perhaps this is the same about human nature too. Maybe we arent all that impressive by our selves, not if you zoom out anyways. But 8 billion of us? That is something awe inspiring.
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I think but I have no thoughts, I speak but I have no words.
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