photo by Josh Scholten
“Every trace of the passionate plumage of the cloudy sunset had been swept away, and a naked moon stood in a naked sky. The moon was so strong and full, that (by a paradox often to be noticed) it seemed like a weaker sun. It gave, not the sense of bright moonshine, but rather of a dead daylight.”
― G.K. Chesterton
It is not the real thing, only a reflection of the sun’s brightness and warmth and energy. Still we believe in lunar paradox, willing to put faith in what cannot give or sustain life. Naked, the bluffing moon puts on a poker face to fake the light of day. It looks real but is mere phantom.
We are seriously seduced by moonshine, unconcerned about its origins.
It is time to go to bed for the real sun rises early, chasing away the overnight imposter, welcoming a new and vital dawn.
There can be nothing dead about it.