For a second night, deep in the lower mid-central Alabama countryside – with light pollution from only one, annoying, avoidable, but present source across a field – I was able to see the Milky Way as I do not remember the last time I have been able to see it. Possibly when I was traveling in Utah area? 1974?
I could recognize not only the “Milky Way”, but, especially last night, laying on a towel on the ground, the “three dimensionality” of the “universe”. And had I been under the influence of, for example, marijuana, I suspect I would’ve returned inside a changed, if only, in the short term to medium term, person.