We are the reflection of the moon or is the moon a reflection of us? Even though are feet are planted deeply on the soil of our world, the natural curiosity and reverence for what resides beyond our grasps has captured our hearts; those celestial bodies regulate and influence actions of those who accept them, reject them, or even the ignorant. When our eyes absorb the mystifying pale moonlight, lunatics we become.
Don’t you think the face of the moon is comparable to ours? Hinged on the saturation and the absence of light, our faces transform to revealing those cloaked sides of who we are and who we fail to show.