Living out here on verge of the deep blue sea, I’ve become attuned to light pollution. On one side of my home, the neighborhood is bathed in the garish yellow glow of sodium streetlights and store signs; on the other deep blackness hovers over the open ocean. I much prefer the dark side of the house. On the all too frequent power outages, I enjoy sitting outside basking in the glory of countless stars blazing in the night sky. The difference is startling. Our species must still be in its childhood for we are definitely afraid of the dark.
Hmm, why am I sitting inside when I could be out there gazing at the moon right now?