The Beauty of Stars
I’ve talked a lot about the function of stars and why they are how they are. I’ve talked about how inspirational they have been to writers and artists for centuries. One thing I have never discussed is how the stars have been inspirational to me.
When I was a kid and stared up at the sky, I was transfixed by the light of the stars. I didn’t know about refraction and nuclear fission and everything else that made the stars what they were. All I knew was those tiny pinpricks of light were far far away and who knows what else was out there.
We could see stars because there were so massive and so bright that their light made it all the way home to earth. Imagine what else could be out there. If those stars were there, then planets could be out there. There could be animals and people on those planets.
From that moment forward, I was hooked on stars and space. I watched every science fiction show that was on television and even went to school to be an astrophysicist. Things didn’t turn out how I planned. It turns out I wasn’t as interested in the science of stars as I was the mystery of their existence.
Even after all these years, I am still mesmerized by their beauty and while I may not look at them each night through a massive telescope, they mysteries of the stars still pull towards science and science fiction. The main difference now is I write it.








