TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR: A CHILD’S WONDER
by Paul Schroeder
“Daddy? What’s “Twinkle, twinkle, little star”, mean?
Every night, was another question, one that was sometimes designed to delay bedtime, but every so often one of a childlike philosophical cosmology.
“So, it’s twinkle, twinkle, is it?” I asked her to recite it to me, and she did.
“How I wonder, what you are, huh?”
“Get ready for bed and I’ll tell you.”
” My child, listen, carefully, and you shall know, what very few children or even many adults, don’t know.”
“Are you under the blanket?”
“Ready?”
Because this is something, that most people do not think about, or even know, but here’s
an answer, that you must remember.”
“Do you especially want to be really smart?”
A nod of a head, with a thumb inserted.
“We are on a ball , called a ‘planet’, one that is traveling more than 1,000 miles an hour,
as it revolves and turns , and we are also on this planet, traveling 67,000 miles an hour,
straight forward, into space, around our sun.”
“Why, daddy?”
“So that we stay stuck on the planet’s surface, like water in a pail, that you swing
overhead, water that stays in the pail, so you, like the water, don’t float up and away, into space, from your bed.”
“Children who are under their blankets and tucked in, are much too safe and too heavy
to fly away like that; are you tucked in, well?”
“You’re not really afraid that you’ll float away into space?”
A nod of the head then followed by three shakes, and a mumbled response from a thumb
in her mouth:
“I’m not scared.”
A settled scramble of pillow and blankets.
“Tell me, daddy.”
“The stars in your eyes, the ones that twinkle, overhead are, my child, an illusion, a
make-believe trick of the eye, because you’re really seeing the far dim past, the way the
Universe used to appear, many, many eons ago, light-years’ gone long ago, stars whose
lights are likely since extinguished, winked out, only now, invisible ghosts, in the
blackness of space. “
“Very many, that you see, now, are no longer there.”
“But their lights, sent out before them, yet still travel, to now reach us.”
“Twinkling stars above, which likely no longer exist, but, which we still see, happen as a
trick of the Universe, because their lights are much slower, just still reaching us, so
instead, we look up to see a window clear photo of the skies, the way they, the skies,
looked, many, big dinosaur eons ago.”
“Sleepy child?”
“Huh, daddy?”
Do you think you can remember what answer I gave to your bedtime question?”
A shake of the head, no, then fast followed, by a nod, yes.
“Always try look behind things, that you see, to get at real answers, or more real reasons,
whether it’s a dream, a broken car engine, about God from religion, or even the stars that
shine in our Universe, for illusions and wrong ideas fill our lives and we pass those
wrong ideas onto others.”
“This planet that we call Earth, is not ‘too far out in the galaxy boonies’, for space people,
aliens to visit, but is really both their own animal preserve, and a major crossroad, for
many alien beings, and we have a place in this equation.”
“Twinkle, twinkle’s poem, is also a most beautiful question, because curiosity and
wonder are almost everything, to a mind’s life.”
“Because grownups, mostly lose their wonder,” I said.
“Nobody really understands dreaming, or how to overcome gravity even though its
power is no more than that of a nine volt battery , or even the sequence of chemical
energy events that happen, when a simple matchstick is lit.”
“My child, but most of all remember to always have wonder, about illusions, that might
seem real, but only point to another more real, different reality.”
Now, your mind will never dim, unlike a star, when you grow into a super smart citizen
of the Universe.”
“Sleep well, and get up well.”
“You, too, daddy”
“Now, like a star…LIGHTS OUT, and dream about puppies..”
Author’s note:
My own childhood family wasn’t cuddly, warm, or closely knit, but more resembled a poorly organized tour group, one with secrets..
PARANORMAL PAUL SCHROEDER 