“And I’m there, lookin’ up at the sky,
and I’m scared, thinkin’ ’bout the way that I don’t understand anything at all,
how it overtakes me,
and I’m just so small,
do I stand a chance?”
— The Flaming Lips, “It Overtakes Me”
If Nightwalking is isolation (and disconnectedness), and Daytalking is anticipation (and connection, community), then the third part of the trilogy is Stargazing.
Stargazing is fascination. Curiosity. Wonder.
Awe.
I’m convinced this is the secret to a happy life. And it’s available to everyone, just for the taking.
In future posts I’ll dive into more detail about the other aspects of the trilogy, and how they are (or are not) interrelated, but for now this is my primer on Stargazing.
In honor of the moment, last Friday I went on a “Fascination Excursion.” While the Minneapolis Institute of Art’s current exhibit “Eyewitness Views: Making History in 18th Century Europe” was my focus, like all Stargazing it came with side benefits.
Those side benefits include whatever might arise while you’re Stargazing. You never know what will shoot out of left field, or what…
