We don’t all live on the dark side of the moon.

Some dwell in mountain shadows there,

but just in sight of the glimmers of light on the horizon.

Some abide on its sparkling edge.

Some have rushed across the border between day and night,

suffering singed eyes for the sake of bright illumination

But,

most have chosen the comfortable habitation of darkness

where congruent lunar rotation and revolution

create a balance of perpetual light-less-ness

where stubborn surety and pristine ignorance mate

to conceive a constant continuation

of cherished misconception and lies.