A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?”
Neil Gaiman, Stardust
Pointless, really…
“Do the stars gaze back?” Now, that’s a question.
Do you think they talk about us, the moon and the stars?
Do you think they watch us standing on our terraces with our cameras pointed right at them, clicking away and our mouths curved into happy smiles?
Do you think they see us pointing to this star and that, Orion here and Ursa Major there?
Do you think they wonder why we haven’t tried to reach them?
Do you think they wonder why we won’t answer when they reach out?
Do you think they too make patterns of our home clusters, this one shaped like a wheel and another like a hammer?
Do you think they would be happy at how much we talk of them?
Do you think they would be happy that from the moment we first saw them, we’ve been love with them?
Do you think they watch over us, you and I, and wish we would be happy?
Do you think they too talk of salvation, and think beyond us are where dead stars end up?
Do you think they wait for us to come out just as we do?
Do you think every star has its favorite star, just as humans do?
Do you think they realize how beautiful they are, the moon and the stars?
Do you think they wonder the same of us?
Do you think they thank their Gods for making us to keep them company?
Do you think they too miss us on the nights when the sky is too dark?
Do you think they too want to hold hands and just sit there in the silence?
Do you think every star has its favorite human, just as humans do?
Gone Quiet 