SO, VENUS…..
(like…..do you come here often?)

Venus transited the sun the other day. A tiny black spot which drifted across the face of our fiery star, and then, quietly moved on along its celestial track….as it has done almost forever.

Most of us here today will have been long gone by the time it returns to make another of those transits in some 105 years from now, with maybe only our great-great-great grandkids to greet it, with….so, Venus, like….do you come here often?

Humans seem to have made a note of it for a very long time. Prehistoric folks carved crude images of it back in a place known today as –Willendorf- though I’m not quite certain it was because they considered such figurines represented its erstwhile beauty, so much as an early form of pornography relating to the human female’s reproductive capacities.  Later, much, much later, our ancient Greeks named a statue after it. Actually they called it Aphrodite, it was the Romans who called it …Venus. By why quibble. And in more recent times (relatively speaking), hormonal teenagers composed a song about it.

Yes, our evening star has always been considered a thing of beauty, even when it’s just a black spot on the face of the sun. Some folks at one time even equated that tiny black speck as the epitome of love and beauty, with humans (both male an female) pasting tiny black things on one cheek or another, and calling these….beauty marks!

Human notions about such things are odd indeed.

CENTURION