how do I know, tonight above the heavy layers of dark clouds the moon is a round ball, not a flat pancake or a block of square or triangle or some formless mass and how can I be sure that there is only one moon not a cluster of man-made satellites
and of course in today’s digital world I can’t rule out the possibility of the old moon being now a virtual image
yet I know in my heart that thousands of miles away your gaze, penetrating the thick clouds has filled the virtual image with a pure brilliance guiding my eyes to the true moon