Intimacy; Cats Eyes and Nebula
In-to-me-see. To see and be seen is the single most important psychological imperative. Studies of infants in orphanages where they’re fed, warm and dry but not held– not seen–show that most of those infants will die. Severly abused children survive because they’re seen; the psyche doesn’t distinguish good attention from bad attention.
Do the stars care that I gaze at them in wonder? If everything changes when it’s being observed, what does that say about the star’s recognition of the attention given by almost 7 billion humans, not to mention all the other beings that turn their attention to them each night?
Cat’s eyes light up in the darkness, like star-light they project into the void. What do they see that we do not?
If eyes are windows into the soul, it is no wonder humans have gazed into the great eye of the sky and imagined gods and goddesses, universal-mind, the infinite, the creator, the over-soul.
Like the cat, maybe we see many things held in that great infinite space, but without the ability to register our usual perceptions of light and form to give it meaning, we catch a glimpse and call it wonder, or awe, or mystery.
That felt experience has made believers of humanity for millenia; believers of life outside our usual ability to perceive where the imagination and faith reign supreme and meaning beyond the mandane is found. 
Wonder
I do.
