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Oh you great big beautiful thing. Don't think I don't see you... You great big beautiful, full-bodied, round, robust hunk of moon. I wish everyone and everything, everywhere within your reach could see you, feel you, be safe, happy and healthy by your light that has the power to cast a wonderous illumination, an elixir to sooth and comfort, connect with your brilliance and beauty... cleanse and be clothed by your mighty moonliness, be refreshed and rendered brighter, braver and brand new.

I can't remember a time I didn't see the goofy image. Many many moons ago, the silhouette of what appeared to be an uncanny likeness of Fred Flinstone came to view, pretty much right smack-dab in the middle of the mighty planet. The face seems to look off in the distant north by north eastern stratus. I don't take it seriously, try not to let it take away from the exquisit natural beauty nor interfere with the mondo magnificence found in your place out there. Crazy, yet there it is, just as soon as the moon is plump enough for the kooky, colossal profile to a appear, there it is like a happy mug shot. Most people I've asked, don't see the face of that prehistoric comic book and cartoon character, so obvious to me, pasted on the surface in plain site, as it's frame.. the massive lunar ball, orbits the earth and reflects the light of the sun. Far out man, far out!