I am a professional Epicurean.

All religions, spirituality, beliefs of order and place in the universe, astrology, sense of cosmic divinity.. stem from our connection to the stars.. from gazing at them and wondering.

Yet we are lucky to truly see them. In our cities we have no night, no dark, no silence.. maybe this partly contributes to the level of anxiety in industrialized nations.. and our modern inability to comprehend our scale and place in the world, a now mostly artificial one created in fear to shelter us from life and make us comfortable often to our detriment.

Without the stars, without night, we forget home.. we forget time.

I long to be on a boat in the ocean, lying on the front deck, looking out at the milky way and into the infinity of space, feeling my diminutive scale, and the grandeur, the honor, in being able to see and appreciate such vast magnificence.. intelligence ineffable.. a cosmos of imagination.