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Hasn't everyone experienced this as a child? That moment when, walking down a nighttime road, you suddenly look up at the sky and realize the bright, clear moon is following you.
Of course, eventually we realize the moon isn't following us, but is simply incredibly far away. Nevertheless, just as a bird hatching from an egg imprints on the first creature it sees as its mother, and just as every drunken lapse brings back the memory of a budding first love, I believe the moon has always existed to shine upon us, embracing us in every moment.
But if the moon truly loved humans, something terrible would happen.
Just as the sea, tossed between Earth's gravity and the moon's pull, crashes as waves upon the sandy shore, every substance composing the very ends of our small, fragile bodies would be violently shaken. For any being built from the universal components of the human body, death would come in a form too horrific to even imagine.
So if the moon doesn't care about you in the slightest, or even if it doesn't recognize your very existence in the universe, don't be too disappointed.
It's simply because you and I are too small and light for the moon to perceive.
And that is why we can go about our everyday lives as if nothing is wrong.
— Hirose Tsubasa, Everyone Has an Unrequited Love for the Moon