Over at The Weeklings, find an excerpt from Sean Murphy’s book Please Talk about Me When I’m Gone: A Memoir of My Mother.
You learn not to talk to the stars, or you eventually realize it’s senseless to hope they can hear you. Yet enough people need to have their actions explained that we made a science of sorts out of animals in the sky, lit with meaning and the ability to govern our affairs the way the moon turns the tides.
