Astronomy: May 16th, 2021 - Crooked Constellations
May 16th, 2021
Have you ever wondered if the constellations in the sky that the visionaries and dreamers go to sleep thinking about at night are perfect like everyone tells you they are? From Earth, we connect the stars in long, straight lines, which never shirk the path they've been assigned to travel on. On Earth, they have grand names of queens, warriors, and legendary animals, like Andromeda, Cassiopeia, Orion, and Taurus. But are they as beautiful, and legendary as everyone proclaims them to be, or are they just hiding in the undecipherable exegesis of stardust and sunlight?
From time to time when I'm in the city, staring at a blank surface, a black hole that sucks up all the diamonds and substitutes them with an air of nothingness. And, the same mat, the same sky in the villages that are full of golden sunlight and lush grass, the colors change, undergo metamorphosis like a butterfly, unveiling its star-flecked wings.
And when I look at the stars in this view, I wonder, what if we didn't join the stars by stiff, abrupt, white lines, rather with arching, silky curves, with sharp turns, and constant U-turns. What would our sky look like to the world then?
Would it look like the same endless and overflowing bowl of diamonds and dark, or would it warp into a mess, like a child's scribbles on a white wall?
Every time I looked at the sky, I used to draw words, animals, and glyphs in it, all with fraudulent and broken lines, one my geometry teacher would never approve of in an exam.
And then, it hit me.
Our constellations aren't the same, and they never will be, if we look at them from another planet. To Mercury, The Big Dipper may look like a Big Black Hole, and to Pluto, Orion may look like a dot. How brilliantly perspective changes things.
Our sky, our beautiful, perfect sky, wasn't perfect. To be perfect, everyone had to believe you were, but when everything is crooked, how can you be pure?
It's that simple.
We are all part of crooked family trees with branches that are dark, black, and spoiled, parts of crooked oceans with beasts prepared to drag you down into the gloominess of the unexplored parts of the sea. We are all bricks in a crooked building, wherein at any point, it may collapse to pieces. We are also part of crooked constellations that show that our destinies that are written in the stars are quite the contrary to perfect.
We are all stars in crooked constellations.
But we still shine, as bright as we possibly would.
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we beat the odds
of all the stars,
we found each other
though it was in the shadows
we weren’t made for each other,
different in every way,
but to quote the sciences
“everything has an
equal and opposite reaction”—
you’re my equal, my opposite,
my puzzle piece,
and the south to my north magnet—
you’re the other direction on the compass,
our paths were never destined to cross,
and even with the stars of the universe,
and the laws of the Earth,
proving we’re different—
i found the other half of all my analogies,
my soul twin,
the only girl i could
sit on mountain tops with—
and though God himself worked
for us to be split from each other,
i thank Him everyday
for the person i call my best friend.
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