There are probably fewer greater illustrations of the alienation from our true human situation than the loss of the night sky. The more our technical civilization grows the brighter its artificial illumination shelters us from knowing where we truly reside. We navigate our brief lives by its lights rather than navigating by the stars. We are obscured from the cosmic situation in which we find ourselves and are befuddled and lost. We are increasingly indoor creatures. Protected by, and addicted to, our comforts and distractions. Lost, many of us without even knowing it, in a functional world broken off from the mystery of Being.