There are moments where we find ourselves gazing up into the night sky, marveling at its vastness. And we’re overwhelmed with the tiniest pinpoints of light which have made their way to us past millions of miles of sheer nothingness.
It’s in the night sky where the intersection of science and magic comes crashing into our consciousness. We accept it as a vantage point which emphasizes our tiny existence, while at the same time possibly showing us our destiny.
The owl comes soaring down embodying these ideas of starlight and providence. He is the wise one, flying in and out of the shadows and splendor of the nighttime sky. Somehow he holds memories of our past and clues to our future and we long for even a glimpse of him before he disappears again into the darkness.