I once saw proof positive that "shooting stars" may respond to humankind. It was in the fall of 1968, in Clarksville, Arkansas. A group of us were in the town cemetary, somewhere around midnight. Bill laid down on a stone slab. Richard, An Italian atheist from Brooklyn looked up to the sky, and began a bizzare, poetic, rather pornographic "eulogy" for Bill: Something about "As he swings out into eternity on the clitoris of the infinite" Just then two shooting stars crossed overhead. Richard paused, then said "Just kidding".
   Disprove the significance of that, ye cynics!