Twinkle, Twinkle

The picture is my attempt at an altered sunset pic. Sunsets have altered me, so I thought it was only fair. You may have noticed I've developed a predilection for sunsets of late. It's largely due to the fact of the spectacular skies here in Arizona, but there's something more to it. Growing up in the wilds of upstate NY I saw my fair share of pretty cool sunsets. Not to mention some fantastic star-filled nights. When I moved to Long Island and worked nights, sunsets and stars became memories. (The latter because of the perpetual glowing orange haze in the night sky.) I wonder if not being able to see the stars at night has a negative psychological impact on people? I mean... looking up at a starry night sky can not only fill you with a sense of beauty and wonder, but it can also help you put things into perspective. (No bearing on the previous post.) Each star is unfathomably large, even more unfathomably distant, and may in fact have died out thousands of years ago but you're just seeing it right now. And on that distant glimmer in the depths of space there may have been or may yet be someone else looking up at the sky who in one far-flung year will see the tiny point of light that's our Sol... It can really center you and your place in the universe. However, if you couldn't see that every night, and be reminded of the vastness of the universe and the improbability of our own existence to even contemplate such a thing, what would happen?

What happens to you when you can't see the stars?