Oh, the moon~

i mean honestly. what is more reassuring then the moon?
And when it pulls the occasional neat trick of eclipsing, wow.

No wonder centuries upon centuries of people have praised, worshipped and written about this calming entity.

I sat on my back stoop tonight, and even in the hub-bub of la-la land (where there are usually more planes than visible stars) i watched her full, baleful eye wax and wane as she slowly waltzed with the earth's shadow.

All of us in different timezones, places (in the western hemisphere that is, see nasa if you want the sceintific scope) witnessed this awesome event; connecting us momentarily with a similar feeling of awe as we craned our necks to take note, as our most mindful guardian passed through the night sky.

Okay, enough waxing poetic, christine. Leave the moon to shakespeare, gosh


Midsummer Night's Dream - Act I, Scene I:
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night

Othello - Act V, Scene II:
It is the very err of the moon;
She comes more nearer earth than she was wont,
And makes men mad.

Winter's Tale - Act 1, Scene II:
By all their influences, you may as well
Forbid the sea to obey the moon

Julius Caeser - Act IV, Scene III:
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.

And my favorite:
King Lear - Act I, Scene II:
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that,
when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeit
of our own behavior,--we make guilty of our
disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as
if we were villains by necessity; fools by
heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and
treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards,
liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of
planetary influence; and all that we are evil in,
by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion
of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish
disposition to the charge of a star!