Orion.

I love the stars, on a clear night you can almost count on finding me at some point standing silently just gazing off in awe of their beauty. There's something incredible about looking out there and thinking about how big creation is, how big God is and how little we are - I also find myself in awe of the fact that a significant portion of the stars I see don't even exist anymore, in fact they haven't existed throughout my whole life yet their light will still be traversing for thousands of years after their and my death.

One constellation that I consistently see without fail is Orion, the fallen hunter. I don't know why, but over the last several years whenever I look to the sky (during his months of visibility) Orion is the first thing I see - it is as if my eyes are just drawn to him. His place in history is an interesting one, he is mentioned three times in the Bible - twice in The Book of Job and once in Amos where he is mentioned as "Kesil" - mostly mentioned in reference to the power of God, oddly though - "Kesil" can be directly translated to mean "fool" in Hebrew which reminds me of the Greek Mythology behind Orion.

According to Greek Mythology Orion got into a fight with the great scorpion (Scorpio) and the gods banished them both to the heavens - a fool trapped forever.

I once painted Orion, in fact it was the only painting I've ever really done apart from finger painting and what not in school - but to me it was something important, something with meaning. I used to look up and see this hunter, this fighter and think of a love worth fighting for - think of this great man standing up for what is right and fighting for it, fighting for the one he loved. Now I look up there and see a fool, a man that thought he had something to fight for but ultimately was fighting of naught.

I once again realized how little and insignificant I was in the bigger picture, yet this has been a tangent.

If you posess the ability to stand out on a clear night and look at the stars as if they are nothing - I applaud you, for no matter how rough things get I can't look at the stars and deny the presence of God. When I stand there and literally stare into the past and the future on such a grand scale and then moments later look at the intricacy of creation in small things like how it is possible for me to actually see this, or how my fingers can intricately move in such a precise manner I find it absolutely ludacris to even begin to allow myself to deny a creator that is deeply and intimately involved in creation.

It leaves me in awe.