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My Moon struck me in the face again! Ouch !! It’s so big, so very white, so dominating! so independent! and yet it’s mine.

Here I am living and appreciating it. I am alive and conscious and able to choose my path through my world. How different we are! My Moon is stuck on its path. Astronomers can predict quite accurately where it will be tomorrow and next year and next millennium … but no one can say with much confidence where I’ll be tomorrow, and much less next year — but a millennium from now I will most certainly be dead, gone and forgotten, but my Moon will be just where it’s supposed to be.

Come to think of it, I too will be just where I’m supposed to be!

I thought that was enough, so I went off to the toilet while the clock and the other people were moving on, doing their own things.

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