The following and all of the other episodes to come are snapshots of what goes on in my head, now and in the past. There are times none of this will make sense. There will be times when I might get lucky and the blog I post will be well constructed and will flow like a mountain stream to an awaiting lake below. Other times it will seem like the ramblings of a madman and you’ll ask yourself, “What the……?”
You should probably get used to the latter.
EPISODE EIGHTY FIVE: It Looks Down On Us, But In A Good Way.
For Janna and our shared love for the lunar grey ghost…
Even though we live on a planet with seven and a half billion people (and counting), there are times that we all feel lost and alone. We can be standing in a large popular city with fellow humans walking by to and fro and still feel as if we are standing in a barren wasteland with no one to hear us.
Being a person that deals with depression and even is married to the most wonderful wife and has a daughter that loves her dad and has some really good friends, there are moments and even days where I feel like I’m on a ship in the middle of the ocean with no direction. And there are days when I feel like that ship takes on water.
It helps to think of something that gets my mind off of this feeling.
Here’s something that I think about.
When it’s up in the night sky, shining brightly in the darkness above, it’s hard not to take your eyes or your mind off of it.
Here are a few facts:
It’s about 238,900 miles from the Earth.
It has a radius of about 1,079 miles.
It orbits our planet every 27 days.
And it is about 4.53 million years old.
For about four and a half million years, it’s been orbiting the Earth and is almost the same age.
So, the Moon that we look up to also looked down on the creatures that swam in the water before they eventually crawled out to become early, early mammals. That same Moon saw the death of the dinosaurs and the ‘birth’ of us. Except for some meteorite strikes and some footprints (mostly human, I assume), it’s almost exactly the same.
It’s a point in space that we can all admire no matter where we live on this planet, depending on the time of the month or the cloud cover.
There is a point where we can all see it.
Everybody in human history.
Sure, you can say the same thing about the Sun but you can’t gaze on it without eye protection. Only the Moon is there for us to admire with our own eyes.
Now, what’s the point of all this?
As human beings, we tend to judge each other on our differences. It might be the way we look or what religion we believe in or if we believe in a higher power or not. We tend to judge each other on the choices we make for our own lives. I’m not talking about harmful choices like deciding to be a terrorist or a serial killer. I’m referring to the innocent choices we make that others may not agree with.
We have a hard time finding common ground with others. We have a hard time finding things that we can all say, ‘Yeah, I like that.’ or ‘I don’t have any trouble with that.’
Sure. We all have differences and as long as they aren’t harmful, that’s great. As long as we can give each other the respect of thinking that it’s fine. Differences make us who we are. You never know what you might learn if we take the time and try to understand the differences.
If there was one thing we could ALL think of as something we can all like or love.
I give you the Moon.
We have shared that big tide making orb in the sky. We have taken countless photos of it. It’s been in countless films and has been written about countless times (add another one to that list). It’s been worshiped as a god or goddess and been sung about in songs from all over the world.
We have even spent millions and millions of dollars to send humans to study it and walk on its surface. We’ve brought back part of it to study.
Do you know what they found in the rocks and dust on that cratered satellite?
The Moon was made from the Earth.
Let me explain. Based on a theory, there was an impact to the Earth from a celestial body that created the Moon from its remains.
The Earth is related to the Moon. We gaze at it in the night sky and our gazing at something that is related to us all, that was once part of the ground we walk on every day.
I think that puts things into a certain perspective. Just like how these two space satellites are related, so is every human being that has been, is, and will be. We have more in relation than not. When we look at the Moon, not only are we seeing it, we are seeing ourselves.
That might sound like over-indulgent horseshit, but I like it. I love the Moon. In my mind, it’s mine. I own it. When people talk about it, I feel like a proud owner. I didn’t make it but it was made for me.
And you should think the same. In your mind, it’s yours. We all own it. It is a part of us.
I think a lot about what went through Neil Armstrong’s head when he walked down the ladder of the Eagle (the lunar lander) and stepped his foot into the lunar dust. What did he think about when he saw the Earth from the Moon that he never told mission control or to anyone else for that matter?
Maybe he thought this place was his. He was first here, he owned it. At least for a little while. And maybe when he saw the Earth from so far away, he wondered how a place so blue and white and green, so beautiful, couldn’t find a way to get along, to find some common links to each other.
I look at the Moon (my Moon) and wonder the same thing.
October 6th, 2017
I’ve decided to keep a blog about how I’m dealing with depression. I’m going to consider this a form of therapy. It might not help anybody else but it might help me.