Look at the Stars Tonight

The stars tonight are calling. In the country, it’s hard not to look at the sky. The peaceful light  draws the inside of your soul upward until you’re in awe at the magnitude of life and begin to  feel comfort in the fact that you share common elements with the cosmos. We are each other. The human body is mostly comprised of six elements: Carbon, Hydrogen, Nitrogen, Oxygen, Phosphorus, and Sulphur. The acronym is CHNOPS, of which is pronounced like SCHNAPPS. It tickles me to think that the composition of my body consists mainly of liquor.  It seems to fit humankind’s behavior and it’s an echo of Homer Simpson saying that the cause and answer to every problem is drinking. It’s on a continuous circle like the stars, following a deep groove yet floating free enough to swerve through space.

In the country, all of the stars are available. They are crisp, stark and clear, and as a map should do, the outlines of constellations appear and a connection is drawn into the mind of past and present myths. It occurred to me tonight that I could draw my own constellation. There are many stars to connect into many shapes. So what would I pick? What would you pick? What will that symbol speak? I want to cast myself as a legend in my own myth. One that lives life inside a fierce narrative full of treasure and trials, slayed dragons and barroom brawls, carousing and caroling, singing and dancing, following into love and capturing the heart of the one to die for, swashbuckling style. The middle of nowhere grows the best space for an open place that can hold the abyss where epics have room to build.