Here are some questions I’d like answered (please take a stab at them in the comments section!):
- What keeps you going?
- Does anybody really see some sort of face in the moon? I mean, come on. It’s a big blob of “seas,” with a shape that looks kinda bunnyish if you start looking at the “ears” of a bunny in the upper right. Where are the eyes? Where’s the nose, or the mouth? So: do you see it?
- Why don’t people do what they want?
- Why do birds suddenly appear?
- How do you deal with the restlessness?
- What is it that makes so many people believe in a creator/deity? (Aside from the absolutely evident Spatula God, of course.)
- Why?
3 responses so far ↓
Irish // September 17, 2008 at 7:44 pm |
Last night, as I pulled out of my driveway, halfway backed into the street at a wild angle, in a hurry, as usual, I looked up and saw, for one of many times in my life, the Man in the Moon. Yes, it was his familiar face, a ridiculously rounded, pleasant, benevolent and happy face. I thought for a moment while I blocked the !#@@! brick paved street*, how reassuring was his presence, and his forever bemused and grandfatherly face that , beams, yes sorry, beams, down on me, and the world, periodically. I slowed down, and my pace was matched to a new peace. Then, tonight, I opened this section, to see your question. “Whatever does she mean?”, I think. Of course people see the man in the moon! He is a very real, very constant ,very reassuring face, that makes me (now, as an adult) think of the Dali Lama. It is not superstition, religious, or even supernatural. It just is, well, his face. And he reveals himself fully from time to time.
Tonight the moon is very beautiful. Again tonight, unrelated to this blog question (before I opened it), I noted the moon adorning the sky with its grace. This was after speaking with you on the phone, Meghan, about the bookstore (did not find it, but will have time tomorrow to go). It was a Japanese, blood yellow, split by a single cloud, tempting those more artistic than I to stay up tonight, I am certain. But He was not there, did not reveal himself tonight. I think I see him very infrequently, now that I am older. I feel as though he was a much more frequent companion, late summer nights, when, as a child, I was allowed to play outside until the adults remembered to call us in.
I don’t write this as a literary exercise, it is not at all embellished. It is my reality. So, there you have it. Yes, Meghan. There is a Man in the Moon. Not a face. A Man. A nice man. Pity that he has not yet visited you. I suspect he will.
Love to you always.
*Quaint and picturesque, aesthetically delightful, great for horse drawn buggies, perfectly foolish and destructive for a modern vehicle, with shocks, axles, tires and suspensions.
megthebookwyrm // September 17, 2008 at 10:45 pm |
I did not ask whether there was a man in the moon! I asked whether people really saw a face there! Very specific. Not answered!
Sara Elizabeth // September 20, 2008 at 8:54 am |
1. If I had to take a stab at this one, I’d suspect that the nutrients in my food and oxygen in the air keep me going… But on a more philosophical level – the knowledge that one day I’ll be really, really awesome keeps me going.
2. No. No face. Just a bunch of cratery things.
3. I’M DOING WHAT I WANT! YOU’RE DOING WHAT YOU WANT! The man tries to keep me down, but I say a la Amy Winehouse, “NO, NO, NO!!!!!!!1!” No. So yeah.
4. Because they… just know.
5. Well once I took medicine for it – since I have restless leg syndrome. But it just made the rest of me restless and not able to sleep. Now, I… do things? Yeah. I do things.
6. Because they’re sad. And they need something in their lives that is bigger than they are to look up to for reasons. Like for the next question.
7. BECAUSE I SAID SO. (I stole that one from parents. Tee-hee.)