The inherent human tendency, when confronted with anything that defies immediate explanation—a flash of green, an impossible streak across a pre-dawn sky—is to assign it cosmic significance.
The spectacle of the cosmos—the meteors, the planetary parades, the great eclipses—is a brutal reminder that some things simply are. They follow natural laws.
One reads the breathless accounts—the articles from people.com, the seasonal pronouncements from today.com—and one is struck by a profound, almost dangerous enthusiasm for cosmic cycles.