The Pattern of Stars, one and all

Like snowflakes, no two stars are alike, despite their myriad declension, to minuscule pin-pricks in sky above. Unlike the sameness of sand-grains scattered willy-nilly on a beach, that no one notices or cares of their randomness in profusions, looking up, we see the pattern of stars, unique, one by one or in gathered collusion. In galaxies, the blinking stars curl and swirl. Their spiral arms stream to awaken their dangling tales. To the ancient star gazers the milky way appears as milk split by the Greek goddess Hera while nursing Heracles. Or as cornmeal crumbs dropped as the Cherokee dog ran away. It's a pathway, a rainbow, a river, a snake or a crocodile connecting heavens and Earth, connecting spirits and souls to hope and the underworld. For us, here and now with all our fancy scopes, The more you look, the more you see. Each star in the sprinkle is unique in color, shape, age, and its twinkle. The more you venture back in time, into the myriads of mind boggling light years away, the more the unique layers of patterns are revealed, with countless, endless myriads of possibilities, beyond apprehension, in the milky way, supposedly spat out by Big Bang spurts.