It has become commonplace to begin a text with the fascination that the sky and the stars have always produced on us. It could not be different, as cradles always resonate within us; the closer to us they have been, the stronger they resonate.
Our individual cradle, our hometown, is always different from other cities; our national cradle is forever longed for when we are abroad; Africa, our cradle as human beings, exerts a strange attraction, ringing a quiet tune in the hearts of those willing to hear.
Stars are our cradle either as living beings or as matter. Though happy few have the ears to hear the music of the spheres amidst the turmoil of everyday life, it is there. Wolves howling at the Moon, lovers tracing paths between the stars, men of faith, be it faith on gods, be it faith on science, they all share the same fascination with the hum of the Universe in motion.
To gaze at the stars in a sign of sanity. Depressed, sad, angry people cannot look up to the skies, entangled in everyday trivial matters, overwhelmed by horizontal concerns. "Look at your life through Heaven's eyes"
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