Satellites define stars. Planets are adjectives of the Sun, it can be said. Constellations are our way of writing novels, giving shape to the disparate material. Gravity has verbs for every occasion. Only this February they’ve proven gravitational waves, which means more modifiers, perhaps. But parts of the universe don’t follow rules, look like a lost clause, hang like dangling participles ungoverned by tense. This extended metaphor is a burning meteor. Then again, our eye cannot see all the eye of God sees. How the eye-shaped universe bestowed us with eyes is no idle speculation, no mere figure of speech.