Imagine if Van Gogh had experienced light pollution comparable to what is experienced in many urban cities today. Most likely, he would never have painted Starry Starry Night. Mention “Milky Way” to a teenager living in New York City or Los Angeles. Given the young people I’ve spoken with, they know the candy bar and they remember the term from science class. But they really have had no experience of looking up into black velvet night and seeing the milky sweep of the galaxy that is ours. So many of us write about inspiration, but what source of inspiration has been lost as we have, often by necessity, dimmed the heavenly lights so that we may brighten the light upon land?