Something brought me comfort today regarding not learning the constellations. I was imagining a conversation with Jesus after he had remade the world. At first I thought that I would maybe not even remember that there were stars in the first world. That did give me a little bit of comfort because it is the sight of the stars today that makes me miss them and wish I knew them.

But then I thought too that I could ask Jesus to tell me about them. I could say, “Jesus, I did not have time to learn the constellations of the northern hemisphere like I would’ve loved to. Either I wasted the time I did have, or I got involved with other things”, or now I’m starting to notice that I cannot even see the stars in the same way that I could before. The letters, the stars, the faraway things.

To be honest I don’t know what Jesus would say to me. It wasn’t so much what he said that gave me comfort. It was the fact that I could talk to him later about it if I wanted to, and that by then the chance would likely be that I might not even remember them. It did not make me sad because by then there would be something so much better, and just as delightful with even more “time”.

He could teach me later.