The moon was one of my favorite heavenly bodies. Every night driving to work, every chance I get, I wouldn’t miss taking a glimpse of her. She is one of my prime energy sources. Looking at her from a distance makes me feel confident and full.
Every single time….
The night owl, the night creature, the inner vampire in me just had this thing with the moon. This special bond will always be there. A pint of blood and I guess I’ll be a full-blooded vampire or perhaps a werewolf. I might even be a hybrid.
Too bad I missed that night’s event, when the earth’s gloom overshadowed that of the sunlight’s reflection off the surface of the moon. That was another total eclipse. It should have given me with so much energy that I don’t have to scour the earth endlessly for a month.
During the old ages, they consider this event ominous. Up to now, superstition led us to believe that this is like a sign. I happen to believe otherwise.
This eclipse, like the rest of the endless phenomena happening in and out of our universe, shows the complexity and beauty of creation and evolution, whichever you may fancy. Instead of idleness and monotony, it allows us see the dynamism of the world we live in.
Instead of just death, it shows us life, death and rebirth. The rewards of the afterlife, our chance to plan and dictate our own rebirth… or the chance to live and die all over again based on our own karma, until we reach our own nirvana… until we finally become one with the universe.
This notion of life, death and rebirth is I believe what draws us close to religions.
Like what Carl Sagan always say, we are made of star stuff. Stars explode and make new stars. New stars implode and create a new nursery of stars. These stars create universes and solar systems and planets and moons. Planets make a place to nurture life. Life ends and planets die. Solar systems collapse as well as stars.
It goes on and on that we can never be certain if we are indeed the only civilization in the universe that had the chance to develop the technology and the capacity to create a highly advanced world. We might not be the first, but we certainly won’t be the last.
When our civilization crumbles to the ground, life would still be there. It might not be the same kind of life as we know it, but believe me.. it will be there.
Now as I gaze at the warm afterglow of the moon and what seem to be bright little sparkles of tears that were the stars, I kept on trying to imagine the vastness and the enormity of it all.
I try to put myself on the other end of the galaxy and look back at this pale blue dot, this tiny piece of bluish rock, suspended within a cloud of colorful hues of enormous gasses..
And once again I thought, I and the rest of my minion, plainly, will always be …