Despite abrogations and attempted abrogations of the spirit of the international laws regarding the universal rights to Outer Space, when I look at the sky I still get a strong sense of my humanity, and our collectively shared life. The sky never made me into a socialist but it sure reinforces that part of me.

Last night, before I went to bed, I pointed my camera up through the backyard trees and the fog blowing over, at Jupiter. His usual four moons were visible, though two them, Callisto and Ganymede, were so close together as to appear in my picture as a single dot, the left-most one. Io was between them and Jove himself. Europa was the lone one, swung off on the right.