The Moon has two sides, two faces. The Moon is androgynous: now alive, now dead, - now dark, now silver. The Moon is queer. They can wink at you coquettishly, can grin with a bare skull. Varying and fickle is their whole essence. The Moon is torn in two halves, reborn from one to the other, knowing no rest. The Moon is rebellious, the Moon is unfaithful. Do not trust them. Just follow them.