In the story, he states, “sometimes I try to see the stars as milky dots or pearls, they are forever arranged in my eye according to the astronomic charts” (pg 5). It really seems to bother the narrator that he sees the stars for what they are and not anything beyond that. The narrator states, “I tried to see them for their beauty and mystery. I thought of billions of tons of exploding gases hydrogen and helium, red giants, supernovas. In places they were as dense as clouds. I thought of magnesium and silicon and iron. I tried to see them out of their constellatory order, but it was like trying to look at a word without reading it, and I stood there in the night unable to scramble the patterns” (pg 18). Like the insects on the tree, it eats away at the narrator that he cannot look up at the stars without seeing the different
In the story, he states, “sometimes I try to see the stars as milky dots or pearls, they are forever arranged in my eye according to the astronomic charts” (pg 5). It really seems to bother the narrator that he sees the stars for what they are and not anything beyond that. The narrator states, “I tried to see them for their beauty and mystery. I thought of billions of tons of exploding gases hydrogen and helium, red giants, supernovas. In places they were as dense as clouds. I thought of magnesium and silicon and iron. I tried to see them out of their constellatory order, but it was like trying to look at a word without reading it, and I stood there in the night unable to scramble the patterns” (pg 18). Like the insects on the tree, it eats away at the narrator that he cannot look up at the stars without seeing the different