The Promise of the Stars

There’s a reassurance you can get from looking at the stars.

A sense of scale and wonder, true, but mostly a promise. Centuries passed when mankind guided themselves by the light of these same stars, and for all our failings, there is still something put there that can show us the path when we have lost our way.

I’ve finally realized why it bothers me so much when light pollution grays out the night. My bedroom for most of my childhood had a skylight: a frame for a little slice of tree and sky. That promise hung there for me – waiting.

Tonight, I start my final semester at Carnegie Mellon. The overcast skies glow a soft yellow-gray with the city lights. Tonight begins 4 months under Pittsburgh’s starless skies. And for the first time in my life, I understand how much I need those stars.

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