I feel bad about not looking at the moon more. The moon is a unique spectacle: a sight unlike any other in our world. A solitary orb hovering behind the trees. It is the only heavenly body that we can see in detail with the naked eye: The only one whose texture can be read, whose surface can be imagined as a landscape similar to our own.
But have I ever stopped to think of what it would be like to be there? Of how it affects me? Of what it has meant for the generations of humanity that have pondered it? No, I am sad to admit that, for me, the moon is a thing I wonder at for a brief moment in this car as I hurry on to another seemingly pressing engagement here on Earth.
— Donald S. O'K.

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