Have you ever just looked at the stars? I mean really look at them. You can see them twinkle like a flame from a candle. Back were I use to live, you could never see the stars. Not even on a perfectly clear night. My parents moved to New Orleans a few years ago, thank God. I hated the city. It was always so busy, and loud, and you could never see the stars, an barely even the moon.
But here, in New Orleans, you always see stars. Even on a stormy night you can catch glimpses of them. You know, stars don't really have a big purpose, but I like to think that they are here for our enjoyment, or at least those of us who take the time to look up, and admire their perfect beauty.
Growing up, my family never had much to do with religion. My father, a lawyer, always said that what happens, happens because it's just a coincidence. He believes the fact that the world, along with the planets, are just one big coincidence. My mother on the other hand believes that we evolved from apes, and the whole Big Bang theory. I, on the other hand, believe that there is a man who created all of everything. I believe in a God that is merciful, but you'll never catch me saying that to my parents.
Maybe the stars are only for those of us who believe in this all mighty being. Maybe the stars are a way of Him saying that he sees, and hears us. That he is there.
Or maybe everything is a big coincidence.
I never would have questioned any of this if I hadn't met Cordelia.
