So the fireworks tonight were awesome! Amazing! Incredible! I have no idea how they make them twirl and be multi-coloured and all that jazz. And some were so bright! I’m sure the amount of joules of energy used lighting up the sky in those blindingly bright white ones must be equivalent to thousands of lightbulbs.
Other than wondering how much it cost to put on, how it compares to other displays around the world and how many carbon credits are required to offset so many explosions (which makes me wonder if we could stop America from warring simply by charging them for military emissions) One thing I was thinking: How many of these people who congregated to watch the fireworks would stop to look at the stars on a clear night?
I’m not trying to be some Christian single-minded git who spoils the fun of fireworks. Apart from the fact that they’re shiny, they eventually explode and you need to be out at night to see them, fireworks and stars are different things. Fireworks are much more scarce than stars, and much more colourful.
Nevertheless, it seems that humans who do stop to look are often as awe-struck and fascinated by stars as we all were by the fireworks in Wellington Harbour tonight. So why don’t we all look more often? Even that closest of stars that gives us gorgeous sunrises and sunsets, which we perhaps miss out on all too often.
And one final thought that springs from that: We look at the beauty of fireworks and know that part of the wonder of them is that someone made them and designed them to do what they do. Why do so many of us look at the stars and assume not creation, but random explosion?
Anyway, there’s my convoluted thoughts for the night. If you get my drift through all that, well done! :)