When you look up at it, it's hard to imagine it being huge and hot.
From down here it looks so small, so cold and sharp,
just one of a myriad dotting the sky with the faint light it's managed.
You never think about how much energy it's expended
to shine down on you, the distance and time it's taken to be there.
You never think about what it's really like, an enormous fire
raging out there in the void, providing heat and motion to a universe
that would be dead otherwise. It expands and contracts,
breathes and expires -- mindless but alive. And we especially never think
how long ago it really existed, or the fact that the night sky we see
are little more than photographs, a celestial photo album with family members
who may or may not be there now. We see them as they wish to be remembered,
strong and young, in their prime, full of spit, full of fire.
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