Daughter of Night, sits out on the darkened hillside, in a warm summer breeze. Above her the air is so clear that she can lay on the ground, and feel that she is staring sideways out into the stars. The Earth is behind her back like a wall, not beneath her back like a floor. The air is so clear that the stars are not pricks of light on the linear plane of the dome of night. Each star is suspended clearly in three-dimensional space. Stars are in front of and behind each other, in a huge degree of depth, not just beside each other.
The Daughter wonders if the astro-naughts see the Universe like this, in 3-D, from their ships and station. She wonders why they have never spoken of this before in the media soundbites she has heard. The Daughter weeps and yearns to fly. Surely we were meant to fly. Surely one day she will fly among the stars, and see the galaxies, the nebulae, the myriad solar-systems for herself with her own eyes.
Edited, Oct 25th 2007 5:01am by Aripyanfar