my natural evolution. from geek to philosopher.

As a young one I was INFATUATED with the cosmos. I begged the mother and father to send me to NASA, I poured over my Dorling Kindersley outer space encyclopaedia and, thanks to Daddy Bob, grew up watching Star Trek and biding the family good night with “Live long and prosper.”
Unfortunately, the parents did not post me off to NASA space camp. I stayed in England, 4271 miles away from Florida while a different ten year old trained to become an astronaut in the sunshine state (I remember reading the story in the newspaper. I recall my hatred of her. Bitch).
Nevertheless I was, am and always will be a star gazer. When I look up and see the stars, I smile. It’s actually quite worrying, in particular for those watching me grin at the moon.
Yesterday eve something dawned on me. Beware. This is a philosophical thought, executed in an incoherent and unarticulated manner.
The stars we see above were suns. Once upon a time. Their light has travelled for millions and millions of years over billions and billions of miles to live above our heads. Therefore that speck of light died years upon years ago. In that specks past it is dead. Adjacent to this, in the future that light will fail to live on in our sky, finally it’s death will spread to us and that light will be erased. The stars in the sky are therefore deceased in their past and lifeless in their future.
Yet, for the present part, they live. They shine. They glisten and gleam and, when I wish upon those little specks of light, they give me hope. But in the end, am I wishing an empty wish?