Aim for the Stars
We used to think the sky was a ceiling. A painted dome stretched above our villages and valleys, stitched with stars like lanterns hung by gods. We told stories about hunters and queens traced in starlight. We imagined chariots racing across the dark. We whispered that somewhere up there, answers waited. But the sky was never a ceiling. It was an invitation. The First Fire Under the Stars Picture the first human who looked up. No cities. No satellites. No hum of electricity. Just a quiet world and a sky so full of stars it looked like spilled salt across velvet. The Milky Way blazing like a river of light. In that moment, something shifted inside us. We were small—fragile creatures wrapped in skin and bone—but our thoughts were not small. Our questions were not small. We wondered: What are those lights? Are they fires? Are they eyes? Are they worlds? That wondering was the beginning of everything. Civilizations rose beneath the stars. The pyramids aligned with them. Ancient naviga...
