The sky is not the space above our heads or beyond the horizon. It is the flesh of all that exists. All matter is sky. All the way into the depths of our bodies.
It is on and in our planet that it shows its true face, more unpredictable than a comet. The sky, here, becomes desire The desire for other bodies, desire for other forms, desire for other lives. A perpetual contagion. And what we call life is simply the sky in its viral state.
To orient ourselves in the sky hidden in each object, we must build astral maps, like the ancients. Learn to read in matter as we read in the sky.
Learn to recognise constellations.