Before the exploration of space, of the moon and of the planets, man held that the heavens were the home and province of powerful gods, who controlled not just the vast firmerment but the earthly fate of man himself. And that the pantheon of powerful warring dieties was the cause and reason for the human condition, for the past and the future and for which great monuments would be created, on earth as in heaven. But in time man replaced these gods with new gods and new religions that provided no more certain answers than those worshipped by his Greek or Roman or Egyptian ancestors. And while we've chosen now our monolithic and benevolent gods, and found our certainties in science, believers all, we wait for a sign, a revelation. Our eyes turn skyward ready to accept the truly incredible, to find our destiny written in the stars. But how do we best look to see? With new eyes or old?
