I have never seen a star that I have not seen.
When despair for the world grew, Wendell Berry came to The Peace of Wild Things and “felt above him the day-blind stars waiting with their light”.1
He came to wild things because he was not with his light.
And the future found his words, waiting with their light, in times of despair.
Primo Levi saw The Black Stars, where “The sky is strewn with horrible dead suns, Dense sediments of mangled atoms.”, and where “Light itself falls back down, broken by its own weight…”.2
If all is stardust, why is one better than the other.
Why did Berry’s words not find its way to Levi?
“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.” said The Old Astronomer to His Pupil, as told by Sarah Williams.3
If you do not learn a star now, how do I believe you will stand up for a constellation.
“Heart from heart is all as far, Fafaia, as star from star.” wrote Rupert Brooke.4
If I have to explode to create, then so be it.
If you are in awe, how can you be in the heart of things.
I have never seen a star that I have seen.