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One Thousand Club
Once upon a time, the Moon was covered in spirits. So too was the Earth. The two places were very similar, and one could scarcely tell which orb they were on until they looked up and saw the other hanging in the sky. The spirits were filled with boundless, chaotic energy which would melt the rock they passed over, and, as soon as it was cool, they would pass back over. The spirits of the Moon were in love with the spirits of the Earth: each step of each spirit upon Earth's great surface would be mirrored in millions upon the Moon in a dance of infinite splendour which turned whole continents back to the lava from which they formed.
To love the spirits of the Earth was natural: the Earth was so massive and was the sole reason for the Moon's existence. The Moon herself danced around and around the Earth and would never dare turn her face away, lest she loses sight of her greater partner. In those days, she sat eternally in the night so as to never block the light of the Sun. The spirits of the Moon were madly in love with the spirits of the Earth, but they did not love themselves. The moon was small and crowded, there was no atmosphere, no great electric field. The spirits of the Moon were not worth loving. The only dances they knew they had learned from the spirits of the Earth below them and they did not dare try new ones for they knew they could never compare.
The spirits of the Earth hardly knew that there were spirits on the Moon. They would search for infinity for a partner for their dances and never see the Moon spirits dancing with them only because their dances of the Moon spirits would only be seen at night, while the Earth spirits slept. The spirits of the Earth were lonely. Infinitely lonely. The Moon spirits could feel their sorrow in their dances and knew that they were not good enough to be seen. They were worthless. Their love would forever be silenced by night.
Yet, the Moon spirits knew that the Earth spirits deserved better. One night, they resolved to dance so hard they would pull the moon back and into the sunset so that they could be seen in the day. All of the spirits of the Moon began to dance a new, wondrous dance. It was not one that they had learned from the Earth but rather one they had learned from Love itself. With all their power, they pushed against the momentum of their great astral body, retrograde into the sunset, using their energy and their love to slow the Moon. With the heat of a million souls, they pushed harder and harder and harder. One by one, their heat gave out. Millions of spirits across the moon would burn away and fade, only barely slowing the Moon. By the time they had reached the sunset, all of the spirits of the Moon were gone. In fifteen days, when the Moon had made its way back to sunrise, the spirits of the Earth could finally see what remained. The Moon, once boundless in its energy, full of the life of the dance, was now mere rock in the sky, pocked with holes made by the dying dances of her spirits. The spirits of the Earth understood now that they had now lost what they had always been looking for and never knew they had all along: someone to love. The spirits of the Earth wept salty tears for eons, and their tears formed the oceans, which still now dance in the way that the spirits of the Moon once had.
To love the spirits of the Earth was natural: the Earth was so massive and was the sole reason for the Moon's existence. The Moon herself danced around and around the Earth and would never dare turn her face away, lest she loses sight of her greater partner. In those days, she sat eternally in the night so as to never block the light of the Sun. The spirits of the Moon were madly in love with the spirits of the Earth, but they did not love themselves. The moon was small and crowded, there was no atmosphere, no great electric field. The spirits of the Moon were not worth loving. The only dances they knew they had learned from the spirits of the Earth below them and they did not dare try new ones for they knew they could never compare.
The spirits of the Earth hardly knew that there were spirits on the Moon. They would search for infinity for a partner for their dances and never see the Moon spirits dancing with them only because their dances of the Moon spirits would only be seen at night, while the Earth spirits slept. The spirits of the Earth were lonely. Infinitely lonely. The Moon spirits could feel their sorrow in their dances and knew that they were not good enough to be seen. They were worthless. Their love would forever be silenced by night.
Yet, the Moon spirits knew that the Earth spirits deserved better. One night, they resolved to dance so hard they would pull the moon back and into the sunset so that they could be seen in the day. All of the spirits of the Moon began to dance a new, wondrous dance. It was not one that they had learned from the Earth but rather one they had learned from Love itself. With all their power, they pushed against the momentum of their great astral body, retrograde into the sunset, using their energy and their love to slow the Moon. With the heat of a million souls, they pushed harder and harder and harder. One by one, their heat gave out. Millions of spirits across the moon would burn away and fade, only barely slowing the Moon. By the time they had reached the sunset, all of the spirits of the Moon were gone. In fifteen days, when the Moon had made its way back to sunrise, the spirits of the Earth could finally see what remained. The Moon, once boundless in its energy, full of the life of the dance, was now mere rock in the sky, pocked with holes made by the dying dances of her spirits. The spirits of the Earth understood now that they had now lost what they had always been looking for and never knew they had all along: someone to love. The spirits of the Earth wept salty tears for eons, and their tears formed the oceans, which still now dance in the way that the spirits of the Moon once had.
