There you are moon. There you just are. Just being. Just there. Neither passive nor aggressive, you float; a big balloon of dusty rock, enshrouded in empty space. Feeble-minded people protect their projections upon you, some even taking offense to your silence, presuming that you give them a cold shoulder . . . I am not this type of person. I understand your nature and accept you for what you are; exactly as you are. I find no fault nor imperfection in you because I do not care to. I have a life and what you do with your life, moon, affects me not. I can wrap my head and heart around you a million times over, so do not take my lack of awe and wonder at your existence that you receive form lesser hearts and minds as myself giving yourself the cold shoulder; you simply impress me not. I am sure you could say the same about all of us here on earth, so you certainly understand my viewpoint. And just as you miss no dead human nor animal, should you fall from the sky through a rip in time tomorrow, I will miss you the same measure and quantity that you would (and should) mis me when I go away: not at all. If I have hurt your feelings or otherwise insulted you, take solace in the fact that I feel this way about almost every other thing in my world. Exist here, exist there, cease to exist, whatever. | YC