The moon seems to endlessly reshape itself, the darkness chinking away at its whiteness sliver by sliver, then slipping back around until wholeness is restored. A new incarnation glows nightly, just a shade off from last night’s moon, only a hair of difference from tomorrow’s… Subtle evolution, serial mutation. Cyclical shift.
But the moon is static. We the observers serve as a believing audience to the ultimate illusion, this planetary parlor trick. These changes of the moon are apparent yet false; the culprit is the earth, whose movement is unfailing yet unnoticed. What’s obvious is a trick; what’s invisible is actuality. The shift isn’t taking place light years away – it’s taking place right under our feet.