Many Danish poets have described the full moon as an alcoholic being, because full, in Danish, also means drunk. It is so easy for the light-hearted writers, but the Moon has feelings, and not infrequently felt hurt. She is struggling a bit with post-traumatic stress because of these centuries-old descriptions, so she has promulgated ” Sky Express ” that there will not be served alcohol this year, either for itself or for intimate star or cold comets, which instead must put their inclinations, and ice crystals, up by other places if they want a small inebriation.
There is then indeed quite many befuddled constellations, they can visit.
No, this time she will drink the non alcohol version of ginger ale. There’s also happened this that alcohol policy in the sky have been tightened up so that you can lose your stars if you are tipsy while working.
If someone were to hear the Moon hiccups this time, please immediately contact the Milky Way Sheriff, which can be easily recognized by the great star, he wears the lapel of his vest, which is reserved for use in an official capacity. For it is considered very important that the moon behaves intergalactic and modestly. If the moon was drunk every time it was full, it would be a lousy role model, especially for people on the earth as well look up to it.
When the full moon is high on the beautiful night sky, she should inspire poetry, love, beauty and peace. She has always wanted to light herself, from the moment she realized that it was the sun that gave the light.
It took a long time before she realized this, and that is understandable when you consider how beautiful reflections sea fascinates with, and therefore easily forgotten what self and its light is actually is made of. And this, the light itself, is quite a task, because it is not enough that there is light delivered. No, there must be something else. Quite what this otherwise was, she was not certainty yet. However, she has her suspicions.
Many think not that the Moon has intuition. But she has, and will try to listen to it, and she will tentatively wish happy spring with a glass of sparkling ginger ale, which she will squeeze lemon in for fresh sake . It’s a piece of advice she has received from Mars, who managed to taste this mixture before he felt a biff in the planet and went into a coma. He had been too warmongering and intemperance in a long time, lived as a spendthrift, and is now paying on the debt cited.
His desolate countries is perhaps Karma, which can not be called good or bad, just fair and self-inflicted, as far as known. About other things played a role, there may be many opinions on, but the idea of Karma intervention sits well with most, and then the matter is assumed closed.
When the time comes, he comes to trial, and, having learned his lesson, he may perhaps be blooming again. Who knows? Love poetry is at the top of his wish list, because he has heard some stanzas from an exceptionally beautiful and loving shooting star that had fallen a star sun and made a wish possible. But it is too early yet, the inspiration is missing, while a dawning hope, however sprouts.
The Moon knows all this and even, from time immemorial, tasted the good life, the greedy abundance so that she now says: “Better late than never.” And as long as she stays on the silvery road with the golden star selections, the sun will shine on her, and let her feel herself accountable for her beautiful light.
But she must be wary not to fall in the silver ditches again, where there is so much, she will go to misappropriate, because there is only light men to deceive. And they will make her tired and worn on her face so it will be obvious for everybody. We wish her the best and want her to keep smiling.
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