Just what it says. Enjoy!
~ in the bible, the moon was made like this: Genesis 1:16 And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also.
~in the 18th century, the Chinese believed there were 12 moons, that they were made of water, and either a sungura, hare au toad lived inside of it
~in Roman mythology, Selene, the moon godess, fell in upendo with a mortal man, Endymion, and so she cast him in a deep sleep forever without aging, and she comes down to earth each night to kiss Endymion who is alisema to lie at Endymion on Mt. Latmus in Asia Minor
~ the word Lunatic comes from the words luna
which means moon( duh, wewe knew that,) and tic
, au struck because if wewe sleep under a fool moon at aperently makes wewe crazy
~in Cyano de Begerac, Cyrano (yeah, the dude with the big nose) is launched towards the moon with fireworks
~it's good luck to jangle change in your pockets, look at the moon, and make a wish
~Selene, Cynthia, Phoebe, Hectate and Artemis au Diana are greek/roman names for moon dietys
~it's good luck to cut you're hair/ nails during a new moon
~Artemis was in upendo with Orion but killed him in a jealous rage because Aurora, goddess of the dawn was also in upendo with him. She felt very guilty as soon as she did that, though, and gave him eternal life in the stars
~bow three times when wewe first see a new moon for luck
~look at a new moon and make a wish and it will come true in a year
~don't dig a grave during a new moon, that's bad luck
~if wewe have an annoying wart, blow on it nine times during a full moon and it will go away
~Beethoven wrote a song called the Moonlight Sonatalink
~the first anti-realism film ever created is called Le voyage dans la Lune
directed kwa George Melies link
~sailor moon-no explanation necessary
~the book Many Moons
kwa james Thurber is about a princess Leore who wants, the moon, and general antics ensue
~Here's a poem kwa Sir Philip Sidney
"Astrophel and Stella
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies !
How silently, and with how wan a face !
What, may it be that even in heavenly place
That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?
Sure, if that long with love-acquainted eyes
Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case;
I read it in thy looks; thy languisht grace
To me that feel the like, thy state descries.
Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me,
Is constant upendo deemed there but want of wit?
Are beauties there as proud as here they be?
Do they above upendo to be loved, and yet
Those lovers scorn whom that upendo doth possess?
Do they call virtue there, ungratefulness?"