This is the theme

Let us look for themes, shall we?

Let's you and I and the entire horde search out the patterns.
if we should join the ancients in the quest to connect the stars and make the figures of the gods.

look up.

The city nights filtered out with a selective side of impossibility.
then you see them.
you see what you would if you could become undone. if you gave up. if you knew that the savior is within yourself. medicine and religion and belongings aside.

the contrast increases with the setting of the sun, when you are young. or The fading of the electric lights, when you are of respectable and dignified age.

you see them.

They come out so tentatively-- timid and touching the dark that surrounds them. They love to wonder and wow you, astonish you, belittle you. Put you in your place. You microscopic, vanishingly thin and tiny(cramped with time) place. You love them like you could never love a being that made you feel this way.

you count them.

Can you help it? You brain is too big, rather, you are impressed with the fabled largeness. You just have to. But you lose you concentration, as you do with all things ultimately daunting. You count as fast as your a heart beats, and to count them all, you realize, will take the rest of your beats... and more still. All the beats of the hearts, of the things on this earth that have hearts.

you characterize them.

Connect them instead. You see a snake, a fish, a lion, a warrior. There they are, clear as day. These things so important to you, you trace them and, finally, find them in the star-fields

you lose them

you've lost the point.

Plus, there is always the one star that just doesn't fit the pattern: a blemish on your genius.