Who can behold the majesty of the heavens without his intuition
telling him there is a God upon Whose power alone every man and
constellation must utterly depend for preservation and safety?
The evening sky with its pageantry of stars is a spectacle that
invites the observer to contemplate himself and spell out somewhat
of the hidden lore that reveals him as great and as enduring as
all the legions of the Milky Way.
How commanding are the heavens studded with flaming suns-Vega,
Capella, Aldebaran, and their myriad of fellows. How beautiful
are the heavens blazing with speeding constellations-Andromeda,
Cassiopeia, Corona Borealis, and their multitudinous kin. Yet
pygmy man microcosmically is a counterpart of them, for he is
a living universe as impressive as the physical universe in which
he lives.
Human troubles lose some of their bulk when we spend a quiet hour
in communion with the stars. About their cold aloofness is a gracious
comfort and tranquil assurance that all will be well with us even
as all is well with them. By all means read the literature of
the heavens, for such inspiring study enriches our reverence for
the Creator and increases our benevolence towards humanity.
— J. Otho Gray
— Rays from the Rose Cross Magazine, November/December, 1995
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