I have always loved looking at the night sky.
I can remember being a kid in Ontario ,
lying on my back listening to crickets and looking up, seeing the whole sky
filled with stars. I could always pick out the Big Dipper; sometimes I would
see the Little dipper depending on the time of year, the North Star and Orion’s
Belt. I was never sure if I actually saw Orion’s Belt, or just two random stars
and a Soviet satellite. Either way would be just fine for me. I was never
bummed about not knowing each and every constellation for a couple of reasons.
The first is that no one I knew was significantly better than I was and secondly,
even without names they were beautiful.
Lately, I have been thinking that perhaps we should rename
the stars to reflect the times that we live in. It isn’t celestial sacrilege,
because that is exactly what the ancient Greeks did. I am sure that before the
Greeks the Mesopotamians had names for the different star groupings and before
that, the people called the stars after the animals they hunted and the leaders
they revered. No, I think the Greeks have had a pretty good run, and now it’s
time for a change.
I suppose that we will do just what they did and name some
of the stars after our …ahhh…stars. Seven stars that kind of look like a glove
could be the Michael Jackson Cluster. There will have to be a perfect apple
shape and we will call it The Jobs. The dippers will probably look like a
couple of hockey sticks and we will call them the Rocket and the Great One.
You just know there will be constellations named for
different products. Certainly 7 UP is going to be an easy brand, just as a big “C”
will represent Coke. Of course somewhere in the heavens will be a star or
constellation named “Trump”.
I suppose it really doesn’t matter what the stars are
called, because kids like I was will look up into the sky and not be able to
put a name to anything and it won’t matter at all. They will still be beautiful
and looking at them will be something to do on a lazy summer night while you
are listening to the crickets. Hopefully, there will still be fireflies
flitting about making their own constellations that flicker on and off.
I think I just might go out the next time it is a clear
night, lie on my back and try to find three new constellations. Hurricane…Tornado…and
Poppa. “Hurricane” will be perfect and you will know it the moment your eyes
look up. “Tornado” will be a little more difficult to find, but will have a
certain twinkle that will make you smile. “Poppa” will be pear shaped and just
visible on the horizon.
I’m already having fun, you should try it too.
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