Some of you have been asking about the title of my book, so, I’ll tell you of its origin.

When I was a boy, living in Martinsville, my dad took my brothers and I outside to show us the stars. He pointed to various constellations and independent lights while noting their names. He pointed to Orion and regretted not being able to see the Milky Way, but explained that it was the center of our galaxy and that it rested on Orion’s right shoulder. 

I still hold that memory quite dearly.

The Milky Way is generally hidden by light pollution unless you’re in places that are still pure. The first time I saw our galaxy was through night vision goggles at Fort Benning, GA.

 I was struck by seeing what my father had described. Forty some years passed between standing in the yard with my dad to this point. 

Fragments of science, history, and spiritualism managed to remain in my mind through the decades. Since I’ve settled, I’ve garnered an interest in the original religion, which is astronomy, as well as anthropology, and archaeology. 

The Milky Way was, and still is, a venerated stellar object in cultures all over the world. It’s been given every name imaginable and is often tied with mythologies concerning the passage of souls to another place.

The stronger side of my genetic makeup hails from northern Europe. In those old dark forests the Milky way is called The Birds Road.

Tie my childhood star-gazing memory to the passage of my family, add a bit of mythology and science, and you have the title of my book.

Food for thought: Physics tells us that we are made of the same material as stars and also, at some point, everything that we are and see we will return to the black hole that stirs at the center of our galaxy.

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