I drive slowly letting the streetlights fall through the windshields glass like water as it flows over cooked pasta in a cullender. The sun is not all the way set so I get to drink in the pink clouds that dance ever so softly across the blue sky.
I am thankful to stop at the red light so I can really bask in the beauty that is my home. I drift away in thought....
Why did we name the sun? Was it to make us feel powerful, to make us feel like we now own it because we gave it a name? Why is our name any better than other names? In Sanskrit the sun is called Surya, in Japan they call it taiyou, Sole in Mexico, and Sonne in Germany. Do they own the sun any more than we do?
In all celestial bodies we have reached out to grasp them and plug them into tiny little dots on a giant graph so that we can see where we are in relation to them. Then we spend countless hours trying to track all of them down, plug all of them in, and give all of them names. We do this even though we know that they are already gone. The idea that light travels 299,792,458 meters per second blows my mind. Then I think that all that light screaming across the universe just to twinkle haplessly in the sky so I can point up at it and go "star light, star bright, first star I see tonight..." seems a little grandiose of me.
I should not hold the power to feel that I have some kind of kinship with the first star I happen to see on any given night. Seeing as how the closest star to me is only about 4.243 light years away. I mean my brain really can't fathom how freaking far away that is but yet I can look up and see it die every night.
My brain kicks back into reality as the blond girl in the sports car behind me gives me the finger as she leans her Lee press-on nailed claws into the horn of her car. I stick my hand out the window and wave a ill thought out "sorry" as I step on the gas and drive home.
As I pull into my driveway I look up just in time to see the sun drift behind the mountain and reveal the first star of the night. I fight the temptation but say it under my breath anyway as my front door closes behind me. "I wish I may, I wish I might..."
I am thankful to stop at the red light so I can really bask in the beauty that is my home. I drift away in thought....
Why did we name the sun? Was it to make us feel powerful, to make us feel like we now own it because we gave it a name? Why is our name any better than other names? In Sanskrit the sun is called Surya, in Japan they call it taiyou, Sole in Mexico, and Sonne in Germany. Do they own the sun any more than we do?
In all celestial bodies we have reached out to grasp them and plug them into tiny little dots on a giant graph so that we can see where we are in relation to them. Then we spend countless hours trying to track all of them down, plug all of them in, and give all of them names. We do this even though we know that they are already gone. The idea that light travels 299,792,458 meters per second blows my mind. Then I think that all that light screaming across the universe just to twinkle haplessly in the sky so I can point up at it and go "star light, star bright, first star I see tonight..." seems a little grandiose of me.
I should not hold the power to feel that I have some kind of kinship with the first star I happen to see on any given night. Seeing as how the closest star to me is only about 4.243 light years away. I mean my brain really can't fathom how freaking far away that is but yet I can look up and see it die every night.
My brain kicks back into reality as the blond girl in the sports car behind me gives me the finger as she leans her Lee press-on nailed claws into the horn of her car. I stick my hand out the window and wave a ill thought out "sorry" as I step on the gas and drive home.
As I pull into my driveway I look up just in time to see the sun drift behind the mountain and reveal the first star of the night. I fight the temptation but say it under my breath anyway as my front door closes behind me. "I wish I may, I wish I might..."