When you focus on a single star in the sky, more stars than you knew could exist in the same sky – come into focus. This has to do with photoreceptors in the retinas of your eyes called rod cells, or, rods. They are of highest concentration on the outer edges of the retina, and are most suited for low light situations and for peripheral recognition. 
When we focus on one thing. Then all of our natural gifts look for other ways in which we can see. In which we can be. From whatever first breath was breathed on earth, through every person whose ever breathed ever anywhere, to you. To you, and to me, and to whoever is next. And they all knew about stars. And they all will know about stars. And, I think- the stars knew each of us. And are telling our story to us, over time, for-
I don’t know. It’s just what I think. When you focus on one star in the sky, more stars than you knew you could see come into focus.
And the story the stars are telling of you, and of us – grows. The story knows us and tells us the same story it has told all of us since forever began,
“Just look. Tell the story.”
It’s not a mystery that Mystery is our constant companion. Giving up all other notions and ventures just to take time to play with us. To mess with us. To infuriate and crush us. Punching alternately our faces and our stomachs over and over like waves crashing on a ventricular shore.
But, somehow- mysteriously – between blows: Mystery also puts its rough and hairy hand upon our chest and fills us up. Fills our heart up. Fires up the scenes of what we see in our dreams. Giving us each and all the power to stand back up.
Like every heart before us has been filled. Like every heart beyond us will be filled. And, with grace, Mystery has taught us all eventually. sooner or later. oftener than not, and it is decidedly so- that we every one have learned to laugh at ourselves. And to follow our dreams. Because it obvious to me our dreams are like road signs spinning and gyrating and pulsing within the sphere of the story of people. We are building a bridge that spans time and imagination. Just look. Tell the story. Follow your dreams.
