stars,,, (stories)

the stars,,,

are so many points of light in the sky.

some people who look at the sky connect the dots into shapes, in an attempt to make some kind of sense of them, to organize and define their world. they do this, mostly in hopes that it will give them some kind of control over it.

sometimes people agree on the shapes, and the imagined control is imaginarily solidified as the recognition of the shape becomes more commonly accepted.

people give the shapes names, and begin to associate certain ideas, feelings and stories with them. because of this, some of those shapes end up with great power, affecting the decisions people make, thereby altering lives and the course of the world. 

what power the shapes have, is not their own. it is given by the people who believe in the shapes, for what people believe in, they give their power to.

some shapes become so powerful, people will trade everything for them, fight for them, hurt for them, live for them, die for them. they become more valued than the people who believe in them.

the stars don't know when people have assigned shapes to them. in fact, no matter what shapes someone sees when they look at the stars, the stars just continue being what they are. this is because when someone sees shapes when they see the stars, they're not looking at the stars, they're looking at their own mind, even if they don't realize this.

if the shapes existed outside of peoples' minds, everyone would look at the stars and see the same shape. the truth is, some people look at those same stars and see shapes no one else sees. some see no shapes at all, just never ending points of light.

when you look at the night sky, what do you see?

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