Remember summer evenings lying in the grass looking up at the moon? I have done this so many times that, if I can remember, I can guess exactly where the moon will appear each night, once again, only if I choose to remember.
"...and in my darkest moment fetal and weeping. the moon tells me a secret. As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own and a million light reflections pass over me. Its source is bright and endless, she resuscitates the hopeless. Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting..."