Last night, as is my habit, I laid
out under the stars. The Big Dipper is lying
parallel to north as it is for the whole earth including my wife seven thousand
miles away. That brought me some Devine comfort. I thought about the stars
and how they feel at being confined to the dark vacuum of space. I realized that even in their fallen state,
not realized as they will eventually be, they still hold to their course. The finite beauty of fallen stars.
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