Astronomers raison d’être.
Pin pricks of light
and all that bullshit.
Why do we go on
and on
and on and on and on about them?
Sure they’re pretty, all sparkly and bright,
but its the spaces in between that are the real delight.
What if, just imagine,
There were no more stars.
Just darkness.
Our rockets aiming for nothing,
Our eyes focussed downwards.
Think of the canvass that would be above our heads.
And the attention we might pay to those in our beds.
Or just the world around.
No more looking up at night and dreaming,
We might get stuff done;
solve crime,
make peace.
We’d have extra time.
But then again,
it would be a bit sad.
Dreams make us human,
they not really bad.
So we’ll keep the stars I guess.
For the dreamers, but importantly too,
for the astronomers,
without stars, what would they do?
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