Up on the Roof

It's so easy to see how ancient peoples looked up at the sky and thought magical, all powerful beings must rule that realm. Tonight as I sit on our roof and watch the moon disappear into my planet's shadow as we all hurtle through space, I call to mind the verses that start the Torah.

Science tells us that these verses are not accurate, but that's not what mythical creation stories are for. 
Separate your scrolls from your textbooks.
Biblical stories don't explain the mechanics of the world, they dig into the human imagination as we look to the sky with awe and wonder and ask "Why?" and "How?" and "What does this mean?"
We place ourselves in the universe many ways. 
  • Our stories. 
  • Our teachings. 
  • Our maps. 
  • Our experiences. 
  • Our hearts. 
  • Our neurons firing and connecting in our brains. 
  • Our guiding lights seemingly fixed in the sky.

What do we do when one of those guideposts is temporarily taken away, blocked by something out of our control?
We adjust. We find a new star to guide us, and we wait to see if the shadow will leave.
No matter how well we understand some things scientifically, we did not set the universe in motion, set the stars in the sky or put the moon on its path.
I am humble before this astronomical event, and I feel my smallness.
Goodnight, Moon.

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