In times gone by, great care was taken to shape crude glass to form complex lens and mirror arrangements. Patiently and with extreme diligence, these were raised atop towers of masonry to signal the shoreline to ships passing in the night.

Before this, large pyres were built and set ablaze lest there be another wreck. An artefact of old, sewn into our subconscious viewing of the world.

Though we no longer tend signal fires and Fresnel lens assemblies into the witching hours, we still tend beacons.

The light once shining across waters now invisible. Beaming from monolitic rectangles in our pockets, lighthouses in the same way air trafic control towers ping and track flights, corresponding and coordinating with other airports.

Ive been making beacons for a long time now, but I dont think they've awarded much notice. Not for lack of brightness, but more that there are so many others out there. Lost in a sea of stars. ⊕