We’ve gazed upon the cardinal star from the oldest dregs of history. Provisional visionary, the magnetic anchor, giver of navigation, orientation, reassurance, appreciation, inspiration. Polaris–aptly named; mainstay of the starway, pivot of its pinprick field, nucleus of the galactic atom as seen from the earthly lens. Unobscured by the glow of a full moon, steady in untempered light, a gift (one of many) from higher hands to marvel over under the dark of unoccupied space. Up, above, overhead. North is a rising, a calling, a beckoning, a forward motion, an upward drive. What truer north is there than the stars?
We’ve gazed upon the cardinal star from the oldest dregs of history. Provisional visionary, the magnetic anchor, giver of navigation, orientation, reassurance, appreciation, inspiration. Polaris–aptly named; mainstay of the starway, pivot of its pinprick field, nucleus of the galactic atom as seen from the earthly lens. Unobscured by the glow of a full moon, steady in untempered light, a gift (one of many) from higher hands to marvel over under the dark of unoccupied space. Up, above, overhead. North is a rising, a calling, a beckoning, a forward motion, an upward drive. What truer north is there than the stars?