She Has Seen Us
There is nothing new under the sun. Or Moon. I thought about this as I witnessed the moon in its glory—so large and full that I felt I could reach out and take a slice—on November 11, 2011—that auspicious date that was at the front of everyone’s consciousness. That’s how close I felt to the moon that day.
If the moon could talk, She would stun us with a vast repository of human history and behavior. She might laugh at our amazing ability to repeat the same mistakes over and over again. Or she might pray for us with compassion.
The Moon might say to us “Lighten up. I saw that argument go down with the Neanderthals. All about territory.”
Or She might sigh and say “Oh, yeah. Religious bigotry.” She would cluck her tongue. “Every time there’s a new prophet, people kill each other. Such a sad repetition.”
Then the first child of the New Year is born and She would celebrate with laughter. “Another baby! Oh, there is hope yet for this old, old world below. Perhaps this one will help smooth things out!”
Then a child dies. “Oh,” She mourns. “So many trillions of deaths. Young and old. Children and grown. It doesn’t get any easier.”
“Ahhh. Yet another war,” and She might shake her head in wonder that we never figured it out.
I thought about these things as I watched the moon that day. I thought about our current political landscape and the fear that rages within the hearts of people around the world. But, I also thought about the love and the extraordinary kindness generated by so many.
“Look at that,” the Moon might say. “She took those bags of food to her next door neighbor.”
“Oh, my. That young girl collected all that money to build homes for the poor in another country!”
“Their 60th wedding anniversary! Such committment. Such love.”
We startle ourselves with news of the birth of the 7 billionth child, when so many billions have gone before. Every note of music that’s ever been claimed by every composer who’s ever lived has been claimed before. Every lover who’s ever made love was not the first to surrender to that warmth.
The thought that the Moon has witnessed it all, uncountable times before, gives me solace. We are not the first to struggle through difficult times. We are not witnessing anything new. There is nothing new under the Moon. Or sun.
The question is: What have we learned?