The black areas represent the remaining natural dark skies in the United States
Iāve been in the middle of the ocean at night and now live in texas and it is so hard to explain to people that no, they have not ever seen the night sky. It is so hard to explain to people that what they think is a proper night sky is fucking pathetic. A disgrace.
People talk about how you canāt see stars in the city and yeah, thatās true, but their concept of āseeing starsā is being able to make out orionās belt.
So, so few people have see the sky in all its glory and itās not sad. Itās a fucking crime. Seeing a perfectly dark night, no clouds, not a hint of light pollution? Thatās a fucking religious experience.
The sky the vast vast majority of us grew up with is not the sky that inspired us to look up. It is not the sky that inspired constellations. You canāt even see most constellations.
Your ancestors looked at the night sky and said āsurely, that is where the gods must live.ā And you might be lucky if you can see hardly more than a handful of stars.
The sky is full, fucking FULL, of stars, and youāve never seen them.
I remember the first time I saw a properly dark sky and was like āoh thatās why itās called the milky wayā and promptly started to cry
When we were on a field trip to the middle of the red sea, I remember us all crowding at the end of the boat that didnāt have lights and just lying on our backs and staring
When you see a properly dark starscape
You understand why people wrote poems and made up legends and built rockets and said heavenās in the sky
The universe is infinite. So are the stars
Iām trying to find a picture on google images to show you what I mean and I canāt find any
You think of the night sky like fairy lights on black velvet, but itās not itās not itās like, like, dust in sunlight, like - I canāt find the words.
The stars are everywhere, like sugar, like glitter, like dust. You canāt find the constellations at first, not because you canāt recognise them, but because thereās so many stars you canāt pick out the familiar line of Orionās belt. The North star has gone from bright familiarity to almost vanishing among a thousand, a hundred thousand, a million other lights. The milky way is a line of light arcing across the sky like a moon-trail on water only infinitely, infinitely bigger.
And for the first time in your life youāll understand why people call it a dome, because it is, itās three dimensional in exactly the way a city skyscape isnāt.
Youāll understand why Luthien TinĆŗviel danced under starlight, not moonlight, why people in a time before we knew the earth was round still looked up and wondered and built telescopes and dreamed about the stars.
The stars are endless and ancient and infinite and you will stand with your head craned back and your rucksack forgotten at your feet and youāll feel like youāre falling upwards into that great bright sky like itās calling you home and youāll wonder how you ever thought the stars were beautiful before tonight when all youād ever seen were the naked empty skyscapes of your home. And youāll cry and youāll spend the rest of your time there gazing up and wondering and imagining what it would be like to stand among those bright silver flecks
And then youāll come home, and look up, and fall in a different kind of love with that handful of blazing stars to stubborn to be outdone by the whole of human invention, leading you home despite the light pollution and the clouds and the endless bustle of this shrinking planet.
this is not a shot from a space telescope overlayed behind a woods, or anything. thatās not the sky as kepler or hubble or james webb see it. thatās the sky from a dark sky park in michigan. thatās the view you are missing out on from right here on earth. thatās the view that has been stolen from you.
This is why we call it light pollution.
And I feel this way also about silence. You donāt know what silence is. None of us do. I think the only true silence in this century was when Covid was first recognised and everything STOPPED for a couple days. And we saw the sea recover in those two days, and by its absence saw what damage sound was doing particularly in the sea.
But then it started again.
Infrasound is one of the most insidious forms of industrial pollution, of environmental bigotry, and the least studied, and the least cared about. āOh, only 1% of the population will noticeā thatās millions of people who can feel the vibrations, who have no escape from it.
I long for silence as much as I long for darkness. The world is too bright and too loud, and too few people care.
