Arriving home to Wilboterria, I remember this statue of Cassiopeia from East Lansing MI.Mile 13359.

I am sure Cassiopeia has ascended into the morning sky of constellations. The moon is full and Sirius 76, Symphony Hall, has played a steady program of great but unknown requiems. They are beautiful in a savage way, but it is the savageness of death that I hear. Death, we will tame your savage way, and I look to music and the stars for guidance. But now, the stars command sleep