nyx

have you ever wondered why humans feel such fascination for the night sky? it's hard to determine what the night is to us: whether we fear it viscerally or adore it vehemently. one moment we're writing odes to it, the next we're too afraid to go out in the dark.

perhaps it's the immensity of it. the night sky is infinite, and we're nothing.

perhaps it's the thrill of it. the darkness is dangerous, and we're cowards.

perhaps it's the beauty of it. the astral bodies are magnificent, and we're dull.

or perhaps it's simply because we don't understand. we know nothing of the night save for the tales we've endowed it with. we name the stars and planets because we name that which we wish to understand, and yet we're stranded on this earth, looking up, up, up, and they're so far away.

why do i feel such longing for the stars? is it because i belong there?