the stars in the sky don’t know we admire them;
but they would appreciate our centuries our generations of pointing up and saying look, look, young one, look;
they would appreciate how we idolize them, how we sing twinkle twinkle, how our little science people study them in big science buildings, right?
the stars are so magnificent–even if they can’t see us watching, they know, they must know that their radiant indifference to the darkness of the sky, they must know that their thoughtless rebellion above reaches awed crowds out there somewhere