I stood on my third floor balcony, looking up to the heavens
and I will be truthful, I became afraid. That huge, reddish-gold
ball loomed before my eyes; it seemed an apparition jumped
dimension, the moon, so huge, coming low to touch the earth.

I knew the moon was not falling, gravitational waves were not
shaking up the globe; but instinct found no other explanation
to a moon filling up the sky. I stayed a while, staring out, easy in
my logic, but turbulent in my soul. The eye for God now wider.

Science has since explained it to me as the horizon effect. The eye
calculates parallel sight by earth’s dimensions, so when the moon's
angle is seen by earth standards the mind projects it as closer,
and by some automatic transference, mind makes her larger as well.

OK, I am told it was not real, but the adjustment of a mechanism,
but instead of this cold talk bringing me down, I am more amazed
at the creative powers of the mind; and began to ask questions,
who am I, really? Why the infinity? What gift, this consciousness?