Second Descent

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Today I looked up the moon as it rose, it was a full moon both large and bright. I looked upon its sunlight surface and thought: I can see why you were worshiped and obsessed over. It does make sense how you could drive one mad. It would seem to me that the Moon is always described as a women with mostly men gone mad in the face of not reaching her. It must say something to her favor if we were willing to defy the Earth just for a tiny bit of time to be with her. Perhaps I should watch the moon more? But as I sit here and I write this I must wonder what is the true meaning of lunatic?

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