As I child I stared at the moon, marveling at the various shapes which illuminated the night sky. The full round globe and the shiny sliver of a crescent, the shape-shifting planet held my attention. I could not fathom how the sphere projected it’s varying forms. Then something extraordinary happened. A teacher created a demonstration using a basketball, a tennis ball, and a flashlight. Mind blown, my relationship with that celestial body changed forever.
It led me to question everything in my life. Which of my perceptions were wrong? Which were keeping secrets? How had I been so blind? The crisis hit me hard, and I had to do, something. I decided I would work on developing my observation skills and I examined my world. I read books, essays, and journals, then I asked questions and questioned the answers.
Even now, I still question conclusions others declare as facts and read voraciously across countless subjects. I expose myself to alternate hypotheses and compare them to my assumptions. I stare at the moon, marveling at the vastness of our universe.
What has stretched your mind?
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
One of my biggest pet peeves is how people have such limited observations of the moon. Seriously. It’s right above you half the time. Many (many) authors portray the moon incorrectly in their books. If you know the time of day and the phase of the moon, you know where it is in the sky. When authors describe their sliver-of-a-crescent moon high in the sky in the middle of the night, or the full moon rising just before dawn, it drives me nuts. I send them an email to let them know how they got it wrong.
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Ha, Jeff. I understand you ire. Maybe you should offer to send them a flashlight. 🔦 A little illumination, Please! 😎
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Thank you for the reblog, Charles.
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