For most people, the night sky at a glance seems like a chaos of random lights. But as everyone who looks up there for long realizes, a lot more is happening than meets the eye.

Even at first a few constellations are hard to miss. One is Ursa Major, or the Big Dipper. Another is Orion, who always comes up sideways in the southeast this time of year. Three stars line up in what looks like his belt, and several more hang down like a sword sheath.

The more you look, the more you see. The bright star above the belt, Betelgeuse, is in the right place for a guy’s head (and on further looking, this becomes his shoulder) and the one below it, Rigel, a foot. It’s hard not to think of this visual association of stars as a warrior. The starlight curve in front of him, like a bow, suggests he’s a hunter.

In our modern, scientific way of understanding things, these stars are just an accident waiting to happen to your eye. They coincidentally occupy just the right spots in the sky to form the image of an armed man. Many different cultures, for millennia at least, have not missed it.

Further on to Betelgeuse’s right is another bright, red-hued star. This is Aldebaran in the constellation Taurus, the Bull, whose dots are not so easy to connect at first but take clearer shape the more nights you spend looking. In nearly a straight line from Betelgeuse through Aldebaran is a hazy patch of light called the Pleiades. The Pleiades make the notion of accidental design harder to buy.

If you look patiently at the haziness for a few minutes, eventually one tiny star pops out. It actually has a name, Alcyone. If you keep looking, more pinpricks appear. If you use binoculars, six stars are distinctly visible, and more fleck the area. It looks like a field of burning jewels.

This star cluster might be the most gorgeous sight in the whole sky, and is so intense that for thousands of years it has loomed larger in the imagination of stargazers than it appears to the eye. In the mid-20th century, though, the idea that the universe results randomly from physical and chemical processes began to take over our way of seeing things. This has made it possible to shrug off the Pleiades’ beauty as a happy but meaningless accident of stars dotting our line of sight. If you did, though, you’d in some senses be wrong.

Observations of greater detail revealed that most of the Pleiades’ stars are not near each other by chance, but are physically associated. They’re moving together in the same south-southeasterly direction at about 25 miles per second, sort of like a flock of jewel-like birds traveling together through deep space, or like a family. Long ago the ancient Greeks called them the Seven Sisters – one having gone astray as happens in families – with their parents, Atlas and Pleione, among them.

More is happening here than chance photons of light sparking on the back of your eye. Whole families are traveling through space. Where they are going, or whether they know it, I have no idea. I just know that things are constantly getting bigger than anyone ever thought.