I dreamed last night that the moon had become gigantic. You could see on its golden surface places for rivers, and pictures made from shadows of ridges. I'd seen all this while looking through the web of a spider, dew dripping from the silk threads in the middle of the night. The moon was so full and large that I became humble and aware. Childlike even.
I had seen a man come out of his rich house and walk onto his porch, and I shouted to him about the moon. The man was cruel and intent on hurting my friends, but still I had shouted to him to look at the moon.
I found that his face had been malformed in a violent fight and he had used his mo