Aldebaran, aldebaran, be my guide, grant me a wish, said the poet. Like geniuses, stars offer us the opportunity to implore what we desire. But how real are they? There in the blackness of the night with each light of them a desire is born or dies. Like a rooster pecking corn grains, the stars disappear leaving us with the question whether they have heard our prayer. Aldebaran, Aldebaran, grant me a wish, says the poet, the man, the child and has faith that the star listens to him. May there be many stars in your sky, @johnjgeddes.