I am a Lonely Planet
The word planet means ‘Wanderer’ in Greek.
It was to reflect the ancient puzzlement that those bright lights in the sky moved according to no fixed and intuitive pattern that the observer could predict with the knowledge that he had back in the day.
Venus was a temptress, but a wayward one, with the occasional retrogade motion, and consequently was useless to navigation unlike stars and constellations with their steady march across the great canvas of the night sky, whereas Orion, the handsome hunter or the big bear moved resolutely , inching westwards across the celestial sky.
Sometimes, we ask questions to which there are no answers.
We then spend most of our energy looking for solutions for problems that don’t exist.
Sometimes, there is no ‘Why’.
For all you know, our visible(i.e observable) universe is only a random example of an essentially infinite number of universes, where the conditions are ideal to create only a ‘why’ but not its solution.
I am a lonely planet-in the greekest of the sense,
and depending on who the observer is.
Am I going in circles? (Sorry, elliptical orbits)
Who am I revolving around?
What to I foretell?
What do I portend?
Nevermind…I’m just a lonely planet.
I’ll see you around soon.