I have looked at the stars.

Gazed upon them with the naked eye until their fiery secrets were emblazoned upon my soul.

I have longed so badly to behold their beauty that I dared the heavens in their fierce brilliance to blind me, if it meant that for a moment, I might catch a glimpse of the eternal.

I have chased a constellation, knowing that if I could reach out I would instantly be connected to an ancient tribe of people lost in the desert. Knowing that on some other continent the lamplighters are at work.*

Dwarfed by enormity; caught up in the idea of the infinite, I am hurt with longing.

Some part of my heart forever consumed by beauty.

*The lamplighters are a reference to “The Little Prince” by Antione de Saint Exupery