"The city's earthly lights blotted out the stars as always. The sky was nice and clear, but only a few stars were visible, the very bright ones that twinkled as pale points here and there. Still, the moon stood out clearly against the sky. It hung up there faithfully, without a word of complaint concerning the city lights or the noise or the pollution. If he focused hard on the moon, he could make out the strange shadows formed by the gigantic craters and valleys. Tengo's mind emptied as he stared at the light of the moon. Inside him, memories that had been handed down antiquity began to stir. Before human beings possessed fire or tools or language, the moon had been their ally. It would calm people's fear now and then by illuminating the dark world like a heavenly lantern. Even now when darkness had been banished from most pats of the world, there remained a sense of human gratitude toward the moon and it's unconditional compassion. it was imprinted upon human genes like a warm collective memory."
From 1Q84, H. Marukami
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