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Look Up..... Way Up! Things to see

‘in the Night sky! The Editorial.

Prepared by ADO

I would like to thank all of

you star buffs and on_lookers_

who have been reading my
column these last few issues:
The stars are owned by no one
and are therefore meant to be
shared between all of us here
on this tiny spec of dust in our
great cosmic galaxy. I’m not
in the habit of writing in the

paper in an editorial fashion but ~

I was unable to rustle up a SKY
UPDATE this week so I’d
thought I’d just share some
personal insites with my
readers. :

I’m_ originally from
Vancouver and when I was
younger a majority of my paper
route money went. to
telescopes, books, chartsand
the like. Many summer( and
winter) nights were spend lying
in my back yard gazing into the
heavens looking for satellites,
stars, planets and other such
observable events. Through
out my mid-teens I would enjoy
long camping trips on
Vancouver Island looking for
the best Nature had to offer in

both the beautiful landscapes of ©

BC and the awesome night
skies. The remotest areas along
the coast were a common friend
to both my boots and my tent
and not only did the splendor
that is BC call me to trek the
forests, but the views away

from the “light wash” of the

_city glare always presented

themselves to me as spiritual
experience. The night sky in
these remote areas-was bright
enough to read a star chart by
and the brilliance of billions
and billions of stars (Thank
you Car] Sagan )} has the ability
to reach into the depths of your
‘soul and show you the essence
of all Eternity.

I am not the only person to
grace the Earth that has a deep
love and respect for the points
of light in the sky. For
millennia, the stars have given
mankind the drive to achieve
the impossible, to think the
unthinkable and do the
improbable. We question the
very existence of our
relationship with the universe
and those around us because
the stars have been, are, and
will be, long after our mortal
bodies have come. and gone.
We learn that ours is an
ordinary star among billions of
galaxies of which hold millions
of stars and we, must ask, “Are
we all that there is? Are we
alone?” We know that the
planets formed from the dust of
the universe and that same dust
created the stars others that are
far reaching into other parts of
space. World religions state
that man was made of the Earth

and té this I am in agreement
(evolution or creation, which
ever is more comfortable).
Look at it this way, look at the
paper you hold in you hand, see
the person closest to you and
see the sun and stars in the sky
We are all of us are of the same
material. For generations we
have argued over our petty
differencés but in essence we
all come from common roots.
Whether we be black, white,
green, male, female, leaded or
unleaded, oak or birch, dark
matter or NC-17, our
difference are irrelevant, it is
our collective bond that we
need to discover. Mankind
will stop making the mistakes
of the past when it comes to
recognize one indisputable
common unifying fact.
Everything that we are and all
that will ever be around us now
and long after our race left this
reality is eternally connected.
We are not alone and we are
not as different our fears
suggest. In reality we never
could have been, for we are all
related, not‘only to each other
but through and with the
cosmos we live in. We are all
simply a melange of Star Dust,
and right now and forever there
is a piece of the universe in
each and everyone of us and
piece of all of us in each other.

You Can Get there From Here, Just not on Time

During the spring break I
went back to Vancouver
Island. Rather than take the
Bus with it’s too small seats
and stale air I took the train. So
at seven o’clock the train
leaves the station. Being nearly
empty and having large seats
already the ride was relaxing
and comfortable, even if the
three meals that are served on
the trip were smaller than
ICL’s. Since the plan was to

get a cab at sunset beach, five
minutes rom the Horseshoe

‘ bay, I wasn’t really worried as

that gave me an hours leeway
in making the last ferry to the
island. We'll the train was an
hour and ten minutes late.
Having missed that connection
I rode the train all the way into
North Vancouver. Arriving in
the station I was in the middle
of an industrial park. I then
proceeded to take a cab to the

Books on Fourth

Phone 563-6637
Fax 563-6610
Toll Free 1-800-303-2950

In The Former Danish Interiors Building

1685 Third Ave.
Prince George, B,C
V21 3G5

Tsawwassen ferry, first asking
the cabby if we could make the
last sailing from there. He said
yes and off we went the long
way around. Not only did the
cab cost me twenty dollars
more than it should have, (he
took the long way around), The
Tsawwassen ferry departed as
the cab arrived, I ended up
having to get relatives from
Langley pick me up and then
drop me off again the next
morning.

Here’s my advice for those
who travel; always make sure
you have at least two hours to
make your connection be it
plane, train or automobile, and
if you miss the connection and
there isnot another one in the
next few hours, arrange a place
to stay ahead of time just in
case.

Mica Currie

_» Mareh 3;1997-— Over The Bdge ~ Page's

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