I’m drawn to them, and these stars that I will never meet hold a sense of familiarity for me, as though I might recognise myself in them when I finally see them (the way I recognise myself across a landscape of city lights at night).
Maybe we are drawn to them because we ourselves are made of stardust. That is what my astronomy teacher said, I think. I wasn’t listening as closely as I should have been.
But maybe that is why we look upon them in wonder – because they echo our own small-and-beautifulness – and we echo theirs.”