Jupiter, Venus, and the moon are doing some kind of conjunction thing again. It’s 5 am and I’m looking up at an autumn ‘night’ sky that resembles shimmering diamonds on black velvet. A cliche, I know, but what better way to describe it. In my house stands a 5 inch reflector that would make Galileo jealous…maybe. But I’m fine just to pause there in the early morning darkness and take in this brilliant sky with the two oculars I was born with.
A little to the west hangs the constellation of Orion and a bit higher is a tiny cluster known as Pleiades. ( try pronouncing that at 5:15 am- something like: play-ah-dees)
Then it strikes me.
No. Not a meteor.
There really are no constellations. It’s something taught to us. They don’t exist.
The stars exist. Sure. I haven’t gone that crazy yet. However, to the night owl perched on the post and the raccoons peeping out from the barn door there are only tiny pin pricks of light in the night sky.
It’s the artist in all of us that connects the stars.
Someone(s) looked up at the sky and said “hey that looks like a great hunter and that one looks like a bear, and a dragon and a scorpion.” Hmm maybe less scary names like Koala bear and bunny rabbit would have been nice. Wait. There is Lepus ( the rabbit)…but he’s being hunted by Orion or his dog. Oh.
It’s human to be artistic. To imagine and see what isn’t really there or might be.
It’s also human to group things and to want to connect the dots and make sense of our world.
There are a lot of different “groups’ in our world and in …”God’s green errt…” as a fellow I knew used to say.
We need groups. Art groups. Online groups. Farmer’s guilds and Scholars gentries. But all of these groups need to work together in mutual respect to paint a better world. A world in which we can all be beacons of brilliance in a dark time.