"All this is just a mirror". Moon's voice, bouncing through my skull. Distance between me and her, the clear haze echoing through the sky all that way above me. Craters and cracks orbiting the Earth forever.

Mirrors. Shinto. Sunlight. No moon without the sun - new moons and eclipses are just hints to what we are, and what we are is what we see around us. I breathed in the cold air and the flicker of bats. All just haze and mirrors. Laughable when it's so obvious and so true, everything we invest ourselves in, just the result of something else, somewhere else. Scary because it's not scary. Powerful because it's not powerful. Exists because it doesn't exist.

Wu wei - without doing. There is nothing left to do because existence exists and there we go. To try to do something else is to try to make a mirror show something that's not there, or to make the moon full twice a month. Those who push spend their lives pushing. The effort to push is more real than the thing they want to change! If effort is more real than impact, then no effort is more real than effort. No effort, just reality.

The bats cartwheel through the air like particles, twisting and turning in a way I can't predict or keep up with. The moon changes slowly, predictably. Yet both are soothing and turn the corners of my lips upward - sometimes slowly, sometimes with the force of a river. Give it up!