The star awoke one night ready to glint in the heavens, secure in his place in the firmament.
at me, here I am, nights light with my burning core. I am confident. I
am suave. Watch me as I wink at you brazenly through night's curtain,
watching you when you think you are alone. I see your private moments
and know you want me. I am the beauty that you wish upon."
But on this night as he gazed about his celestial brothers and sisters
he found a new prick in the firmament. A man-made shimmering object that
did not blink but stared with the open eye of a God. It seemed dazed,
surprised at its own existence, not knowing of its own birth or creation
as stars do. Its capsule form adorned with grated wings absorbing
energy from the sun in osmotic ignorance.
How could the
star envy such a creature as this. His life was not threatened. This
object had no power of its own, it was a parasite of the sun. It had no
burning heart, no brilliance, no life force, no pride in its time and
place in the galaxies. It was an overrated ogre hanging in space, its
life abbreviated by man's changing desires and the limits of his
hardware. This satelite was no celestial being.
And yet, he
had appeared unbidden and portentous in the sky, an extra unblinking
button on Orion's Belt. Children would stare up enchanted and unknowing
at the firmament wishing on this most constant of stars.
"Daddy, what's that one? It is so bright."
"That is a satelite, see how its light is constant."
dependability: prized above all else by children craving stability in
the tumultuous lives they lead. They do not know it is wrong to wish on
space hardware thus the star is put firmly in his place.
The star bows in the orange light of morning to the satelite still
shining. He knows he can have no satisfaction in dialling with one such
as this and turns away chivalrously
"I will burn forever in the firmament but for now you have the stage."
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