The Perseid Shower is the debris trail of Swift/Tuttle that last passed through the inner solar system 19 years ago. This is what comets do on the oft chance that something about 10 kilometers across will snuff out our version of god-given destiny.
Happily the universe, while still an angry place, is statistically safe enough for the celestial event to be entertaining. To know as we continue to uncover earth-like planets out there, we will come across a life-form planet as a comet strikes, or a super nova explodes within 10 light years. Perhaps it will be entertaining, perhaps not.
It was 2:30 a.m. when I donned my robe and moccasins and went out behind the silo to watch this summer’s version of the Perseid theater. At the far end of the barn I up-ended a bucket and sat down to wait, out somewhere southeast of zenith, the constellation Perseus.
I attribute the naming of the constellations coincident to the arrival of alcohol to human history. Whether the invention of wine or beer I don’t know, but sifting out bears and dogs, bulls and hunters from star patterns seems requiring of creative assistance.