We are constantly living in a world of turmoil, the rock we inhabit constantly spinning from night to day and back again. The stars on the other hand seem to be mute observers, silently viewing the various human follies.

Perhaps this very nature of theirs to remain the same inspired our ancestors to see shapes in the sky and ascertain that we were influenced by them and that our destiny could be divined by them. Perhaps these groups of stars unmoving and yet mesmerising considered us their pawns in the chessboard of life.