








"I learned the moon doesn't produce its own light. It shocked me. It felt like trauma—being robbed of a dimension of my being, my mind itself. Even as a modern child, not steeped in mythologies where the moon is goddess, this reduction to 'reflective rock' felt like injustice.Only now, 51 years later, do I see: the wonder wasn't taken. I learned to not see it. And now I see it again—not as naivety, but with understanding.The moon that only reflects is somehow more profound than a moon with its own light.Death and return. The pattern the moon teaches."

Be water. Be wind. Be moon.Reflect without asserting.
Invite without manipulating.
Recognise without claiming.
Live it without preaching it.
Not theory. Performative reality.The conversation itself demonstrated what it described. The method embodied the content. The spiral closed by opening.
"I just walked outside between the rising full moon and the setting sun."





"The moon doesn't advocate for its own importance.It just... is.And in being, it teaches everything."
