He, however, was adorned with combat medals, brotherhood pins and hard-earned scars.  He thanked me for meeting him and started sharing his story.

Then it came to a head: she bought the expensive cheese. I made one snarky comment too many and she was done: ‘It’s his favorite.’

Seems like the difference between stars and constellations is wonder. Do we lose the beauty of the creation (and the Creator) in our attempts to make meaning of it?