The colors were still there, it’s just that daylight made them hard to see. So too is much of history: the overshadowing suns—the men with the best military strategy, the people with the most ships, those with vast fortunes and political power—they eclipse the beauty that is there, waiting for us in the quiet predawn hours. The people outside the dominant caste, those whose impact has been missed by people who either don’t know where to look or who have intentionally decided not to, the auroras of history:
