The night after the discovery of fire, our Promethean ancestor lay on his back in the dry grass of the African plain awed by the incredible expanse of stars twinkling overhead. He felt small. I gaze up and share the same wonder. My culture explains this cosmic vista as giant balls of nuclear hydrogen spinning through unimaginable distances. I doubt the first man of fire used atomic theory or relativity to explain his night sky.
All stories begin and end in wonder.
None of them capture the rich human expereince of encountering the universe in which we live. Perhaps someday I may learn of this ancient person's star story, and look out upon our cosmic home with the eyes of an old mystery made new.