Late again, but the moon was such as I looked up from the street tonight that it seemed worth noting here.
There were clouds, too, with the crescent slice afloat in the sky a deep indigo over the rue Lafayette in Paris.
I saw the moon because of the sky. And I saw the sky because of the moon.
The luminous crescent was visible because of the dark. The dark crescent was visible because of the light.
We see who and what we are in who and what we are not, and we see who and what we are not in who and what we are.