Eyes grace the celestial mechanics that scatter our skies with glittering objects alive with humming ancient materials. Down here Man can't see deeply enough into the skies so brimming with beauty that he forgets to marvel at the above. Although the ground is rich with earth so delightful and thriving with life so pure, so simple it is to focus solely on the crust. What objects and footprints grace our ground and with what items they hold in their hands is not so important when looking from clouds. Precious and selfish, pathetic and cruel can't do justice for the description of Man and tracing the stars should help one think. Think with the mind and not with the eyes, there is far too much that hasn't been seen yet by curious, clever, keen minds.
When I'm out of light pollution I start to question humanity; it's a fine life isn't it? I also appear to be going through a celestial obsession at the present moment...