Studying the sky can sometimes distort our senses of space... and perhaps reality.
Such as a the last sliver of a waning moon being seen as a fingernail scratching through the dark fabric of night.
Or a full moon being the circle of light coming through the eyepiece of a microscope - and we are on the glass slide waiting to be studied.
Perhaps the setting sun is really a golden fob being slipped into the vest pocket of a paisley waistcoat.
From perspectives such as these.... can we humans really be all so important as we consider ourselves to be?
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