I kinda love how different cultures have perceived the moon in different ways. The greek' s had two different goddesses for the moon. One showed the moon as some sort of a spooky goddess who had three heads - a dog, a horse and a snake. They left her sacrifices in grave yards and three pronged roads. They took her to be evil. Whereas Selene is a glamorous, romantic, sensual woman who rides across the sky to meet her sister, who is the goddess of the dawn.

The Incan's took the moon goddess to protect women, marriage and the menstrual cycle. They believed that animals came after her, and on the perpetual night, they got her and in order to scare them away, the made noise with drums and with their voices.

The Mesopotamians believed that the moon god was the father of all, not the sun god, as in many other religions. He was the single most important god of their religion.

The Egyptians had Thoth, the god of the moon and education. He was the scribe of the gods and was responsible to taking into account the number of souls that depart into the after life. Not only that, he was the creator of science, art and the master of magic.

The Aztec moon goddess is the one of lust and sex, whereas the Japanese goddess of the sun was once the goddess of the moon, but after being unable to look down at all the adultery that happened at night, she begged her brother to change places with her.

The point i'm trying to make is, everyone looks at the same moon, be it 5000 years ago or now, and everyone thinks of something vastly different. Whilst you sit there and think about how much you love her, someone else is staring at the moon thinking about magic, or sex, or even the menstrual cycle!

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Everyone is talking about how huge, gorgeous, bright and fucking romantic the moon is looking tonight and I can't fucking see it. Why does it always have to be me? ):