If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and adore.

Familiarity dulls wonder. Something extraordinary that happens every night soon becomes background, while the same thing seen once in a lifetime would stop traffic. The stars have not become less remarkable; you have simply stopped registering them. That applies well beyond the sky, to the people you live with, to a morning that arrives again, and to the fact of being alive at all, whatever you believe lies behind it.

Tonight, if the sky is clear, go outside and look up for a few minutes as though you would never see it again. Then try the same kind of attention on one familiar person or place tomorrow.