A Few Pints In

A few pints in and I'm staring at Jupiter.

It is not so difficult to tell which one is Jupiter; it is brighter than anything else.

Why does it call me? Is it simply because it is so bright? Am I that fickle?

Stars are so far away, further away than a human mind can comprehend, but it is the failed star in Jupiter breaking through the noise.

I ask all these questions without the prospect of answers. I am trying to be comfortable with no answers.

Deafening introspection.

I see my reflection within the stars, but it is constantly changing. My face is changing. My mind is changing.

A star turns out to be a man-made satellite. A star in the sky that wasn't there before.

It's difficult to separate things that have always been there from the new.

Who am I if the sky can change?

NASA: Mission Juno