SATELLITES. ❝ you didn't think you were beautiful because your eyeswere brown and not blue because your hair was the night sky instead of the sun but to me you were perfect your hair was my favorite time of day and your eyes were like stars your sm...
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❝I realized why the idea of constellations has always swayed me. constellations are so very human. our wonder of the stars is bone-sunk; we've been thinking and dreaming and watching and watching and watching since the beginning of time, and we looked for so long that we started making connections.we played a celestial game of connect-the-dots; trying to find order in something so vast and trying to show that the stars are in everything and everything is in the stars.we plucked pictures out of the infinite; there's a dog, there's a bear, there's a lion, see? look, right there; the stars hold and mirror back everything.but then it went a step further. instead of everyday things, we stopped picking out the cups and the bears, and instead we saw stories.look, there's Andromeda, chained to a rock and waiting to be devoured by Cetus. there's Orion, and Hercules, and do you see Orpheus' lyre? Zeus sent an eagle to retrieve it after Orpheus' death and he placed it in the sky.we did the most human thing imaginable: we wrote our stories into the stars. we filled the night sky; previously so vast, so unknowable; with our history. we forged connections to the stars and made it so our children will always know where they come from.❞
