I want to offer up something good to the world. Tonight, the moon is closer than it has been in 70 years. In those days, the smoke still cleared from one scourge. It comes close now again, melancholy for how inevitable this moment seems. A face pitted with countless wars and deaths; a pitted face of tides and return; relapse and retreat. Come again, come again, the moon says.
If it is the sun that lights up the world after the night, let it be the moon that sees our sorrow and cruelty and yet does not abandon us. For there she is, closer than ever before. There she is, the inevitable companion to leaven the dark.
The moon is here to guide us to the dawn.