Betelgeuse Goes Bang?

I love the rainy season, but I miss the night sky.

Like many of you, I've been a stargazer most of my life. I think it's just in us. We're a narrative species. We draw meaning and sustenance from the world around us - the grand metaphors of being, and with the possible exception of the ocean, there has never been a more expansive template for contemplation than the night sky.

The daytime sky presents its answers forthrightly. The big yellow bastard up there gives us heat and light. It makes the flowers and the berries grow. It provides us with life. But the night sky is inherently more sublime. What's the point of it but to sleep, perchance, to dream?