"A Princess of Mars" by Edgar Rice Burroughs. As he casts his eyes to the heavens, the main character is irrestiblily drawn to the planet mars, though it appears as a star to him.
This book is in the public domain so I will quote part of it.
As I stood thus meditating, I turned my gaze from the landscape to the heavens where the myriad stars formed a gorgeous and fitting canopy for the wonders of the earthly scene. My attention was quickly riveted by a large red star close to the distant horizon. As I gazed upon it I felt a spell of overpowering fascination--it was Mars, the god of war, and for me, the fighting man, it had always held the power of irresistible enchantment. As I gazed at it on that far-gone night it seemed to call across the unthinkable void, to lure me to it, to draw me as the lodestone attracts a particle of iron.
My longing was beyond the power of opposition; I closed my eyes, stretched out my arms toward the god of my vocation and felt myself drawn with the suddenness of thought through the trackless immensity of space. There was an instant of extreme cold and utter darkness.
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I think this is how many feel when they look up and see Orion. For some it is the moon. They are full of secrets waiting to be revealed, mysteries waiting to be uncovered. Familiar yet mysterious.





but it is just a fact. One justification I personally have for it is the fact that
perhaps randomly it just so happened that in many times in my life that marked me (whether through joy or sadness) Orion was just there. I just
happened to look at it at those times - and this may sound idiotic
- but it always made me feel better looking at it. 