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          He said he would like to be the moon, and for years I wondered why.

     Looking at the whole universe, at the bigger picture, the moon meant

     nothing. There were billions of stars, large, hot blue giants and furious

     red supergiants. Even the smallest of stars, like our very own yellow

     dwarf star, put the moon to shame. How could he take an interest in the

     moon when there were galaxies out there? Why, in a universe full of stars

     and planets and meteorites, did he want to be something so small and

     singular as the moon? 

          When he left me I understood.

          Individually the moon means nothing. If you look at it from outer

     space, you might not even notice it. But he was never a large picture

     kind of person. I suppose he put himself in place of the earth. If you

     look at it from down here, all of the stars are dimmer in comparison

     and the moon seems just a little bit closer. Perhaps one simply needs
     to find their earth to shine. 

          Oh how I would like to be somebody’s moon one day.