Nightvision

I fear we have lost our night vision.  I walked under the stars, through cool brisk air and watched them.  I watched them twinkle and shimmer, sparkle and fade and I thought to myself - how beautiful.

These stars, these celestial beings, who've guided sailors, travelers, and men of all sorts through straits too narrow or through seas uncharted.  These stars who serve as bastions for gods, for canvases for demigods, and  inspiration to mortals.  It's these very stars that I look out upon, who have held their place for eons.

Men of all walks of life have served under these stars.  Born under them, lived and died - under these same stars.  Sun Tsu, Socrates, Galileo, Shakespeare, Kierkegaard, even Einstein, have all walked under and gazed upon these stars that I look at today.

But I fear we have lost our night vision.  When I look out at the night, I know I don't look at even a fraction of them.  I know the ones I see are but a shallow reflection of the depth and breadth of stars out there.  I fear we have lost our night vision.  I know there are more stars in the universe than there are grains of sand in all of the beaches of the world.  I know this.

But I only see a handful.

Why can't I see the gods of old?  Why can't I see heroes who were immortalized into the heavens?  Why can't I see into vastness of the universe as generations before have?

I fear I have lost my night vision...