Does it every occur to you how remarkable the moon is?
As I sit here typing this, I am sat in the lounge of my London house at 5am, looking up at the huge white glowing sphere above me. I have the light on in the room, but no doubt I could function perfectly well without it.
The moon is reflecting light, from the sun (which I can’t even see right now) and it can currently be seen by approximately half the population of Earth?
And the other half of Earth can see the sun, which is somehow managing to influence the Earth as a whole despite not being seen by 50% of it.
I was obsessed with Space as a kid. I knew everything about everything. Saturn was my favourite planet, but I always held an area in my thoughts for Neptune, arguably the closest relating planet to our Moon.
I’ve always been pro evolution. I think we need to move forward, not dwell on the past. But looking up at the moon now, I can’t imagine how it will feel if it begins to be destroyed (consumed) within my lifetime.
It’s often not too hard to put our first world problems into perspective. Looking up at the moon is an inspirational ordeal. “Look, it’s all the way up there and I’m stuck down here!” I better get on with living.
In just a few short hours the busy road outside my house will start to fill up. The moon will shrink into reletive obscurity for another day, the peace and quite I’m currently experiencing (save the odd siren in the distance) will be replaced with an abundance of noise.
They won’t appreciate the Moon. They’ll be shouting into their phones (which they’ll declare a “Piece of crap” because it doesn’t send information up to one of the Moon’s artificial friends, and back down to their phone quick enough) while avoiding making eye contact with everybody around them. Let along the possibility of them looking up at the sky.
In the twenty minutes it’s taken to write this the Moon has moved across my window to centre itself in the middle of my eye line. It must of heard me.
Don’t sweat the little things. You don’t have to sit still. I promised myself I wouldn’t use the “Aim for the moon…” quote, so I won’t, but nobody can fault it’s position in the world.
Can the same be said about you?
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Harushi Murakami’s new novel (1Q84) suggests an alternative world where there are two moons–it’s funny how a surrealist’s vision can take us back to the “wonder of the real.”
As I read this I had the lyrics to Nightswimming in my head: “Pining for the moon / and what if there were two / side by side in orbit / around the ferris sun.”
One could do worse than be a watcher of moons.
It’s funny, when I wrote this I had planned on writing something else altogether, but the incredibly bright moon shining in took my attention more than I ever thought it could.
I never intended to make public what was in effect nonsense scribbles, but I hit the blue publish button and hoped for the best!