The MoonAnd all the hands rose in opposition. A silly proposition it seemed. To tell the world that this might fall into the unknown. We live in the unknown! This night is the only fire I can see or breathe! To force me to believe I have been wrong my whole life is to expect me to see the falsities that are your spoken words! The world we prosper in, or falter in, is the same we have always known and flown through. This sorry, inescapable virtue of a planet is easily described as vague. Blown and full. There is no reasonable way to explain how this world is falling when we have already fallen. This is the age of cowards, feasting onThe Moon
