Oh how wonderful to gaze upon the moon and always I am baffled that more people do not gaze upon the moon as the very special thing it is, a giant landscape floating in space. In a sense the moon is a gigantic spherical mountain in orbit around Earth, and though the only way to bridge it (on the material plane at least, my dear Charles) is by rocketing across a vast inhuman void, the idea that it constitutes an 'eighth continent' when one considers the earth-moon pair a single planetary system, to me at least, bears some truth.
Whichever way you choose to classify it, it is a fact that the moon is a landscape, one which too many people take for granted. I am sincerely amazed at how little people seem to regard the moon. I have tried various mental experiments which would help me perceive the moon with a more sublime experience, and though this experience of the sublime depends on concentration, it is a true joy to see the moon in all its glory: as a massive pearl circling our sky. I am actually quite frustrated that people do not see the absolute beauty in this. Of course everything can become consumed by banality, the most wonderful things being human has to offer, but this is not the moon's fault. And moreover the moon is not only a celestial mountain, but its perch in the cosmic atmosphere, with the waxing and waning in its monthly cycle, endows us with the impression that it is somehow alive, a divine being undergoing endless metamorphosis. There are crescent moons, full moons, day moons, early morning moons, Venus- or Jupiter- or Mars- or Saturn or Mercury-studded moons, blood moons, eclipse moons, dead moons, summer moons, spring moons, blue moons, and so on.
SHAME ON YOU, HUMANITY! HONOR THE GOSH DAMN MOON!
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