I miss the stars in the sky. Once upon a time, many moons ago, I used to look up above and see constellations looking back down on me and the rest of us puny humans. Because in the overall scheme of things, compared to the infinite universe, we’re irrelevant, a mote in the eye of whoever or whatever created us.
Most of us can’t see the stars anymore because we’re afraid of the dark. Even our nights are lit up constantly. But I also think we don’t like being unimportant. And the stars continually remind us of that fact. Sad but true.