The stars shone brilliantly as well. The lunar and stellar effects reduced me to nothing but a miniscule entity on a sturdy, yet comparatively small rock in space. Upon saying this one might misconstrue my words as negative. Rather, this feeling of being miniaturized and trivialized empowers a person. He knows that he is not alone, that he is a necessary part of the whole. Yes, necessary. Without him, the universe wouldn't be the same. Only when he feels large and puffed up -- grandiose in body and soul -- does he feel lonely, does he suffer under the burdens of fictitious expectations and cooked-up social pressures.
Out on the roads and in the rice fields where I bound, I felt free from those things. During my post-run strides (runner-speak for short sprints), I imagined the moon tugging me along with its gravitational power. I relaxed my body and trusted that all was right in the world.
Side note: Below are two songs about the moon that I love.
The Moon by The White Buffalo
I Wish I Was The Moon by Neko Case
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