BAYFIELD, Wis. – Those of us who grew up in the country recall the wonder of the night sky. During cloudless summer nights the Milky Way stretched above us across the dark sky in a streak of light broken in our consciousness only by the song of a whip-poor-will or a great horned owl. Many climbed to a house or shed roof for a better view of the colors of the northern lights – and some claimed to also hear the sound of the aurora. We studied the change of constellations in the crisp cold of winter and during the haze of summer nights. For all who looked up, the tiny place we hold in the vastness of the whole universe was evident. Some say it helped develop a healthy perspective on just where we fit into the scheme of life.