The Moon
2 The Moon It was dark, but that was okay. It was always dark. It had always been dark. The dark was the natural state of things. She couldn't even imagine something other than the dark. 'What else could there be? " she wondered, and then, startled, asked, "Who just thought that?" She knew herself. She had memories of the long, dark silence, recollections of the quiet solitude. She did not remember when she became aware though. She had always been, and, at one point she suddenly knew it. Knowing came with a host of questions and feelings. "Where am I?" "What am I?" "Why?" "How?" "Who am I?" The Who came easily. She was herself. She was the one who thought and existed and experienced. She knew all of her properties: her mass, her dimensions, her reflective index (though there was nothing to reflect, she reflected) She tried on different properties as well, assuming the affect that suited her best. Was she...