I find the moon to be quite scary and beautiful at the same time.
Not sure why. Maybe because it's so perfect.
I probably would have worshipped the moon if I had grown up in some remote, primitive environment.
In fact, I would have been the moon-lady in my little tribal community – pretending to be possessed by the moon and going into trances every so often. I'd make up stories about the moon and its almighty powers. I would also have a pet-wolf.
