Tonight, if you’re ambitious enough to wake in the center of the dark, you can play spectator to the pyrotechnics of the heavens.
Yes, the Orionid Meteor Shower may just outdo last night’s episode of House. This article explains in some detail that the shooting stars will be a product of comet dust. Remember Neil Gaiman’s story Stardust? It’s possible these ice and particle fragments are what we’re actually made of, if you go farther back than biological history and fossil records. In the beginning, there was matter clinging to matter in the vast expanse of the endless void.
I’m dreamatical. Sleep has been an elusive beastie once again. A recurring jaw infection has come back to visit, and my night-time worries, daytime loves, and a hint of fever swirl me through an ocean of dream in which I feel most like a passive participant. Float, sink, live, die- I think the mind dream’s harder when it cannot count on sleep- there is a compensative surge.
It is a little intriguing when the conscious is subsumed by the subconscious. When the dark gets bigger than your efforts to push it back. When our little settlements seem ludicrous in the sweep of the land. It is easier sometimes to watch rather than control. The night spreads its feathers out, and we scatter like comet dust.