I Love You, Miss Moon

Part II

On my next night off, I decided to entertain myself with my brothers, Deimos and Phobos. They were both absolutely depressing as to be expected. (The Greeks did a perfect job of assigning them roles as Gods; they were dread and fear, respectively.) I did not listen long to their somber speeches and instead prodded Mars. He was his usual loud, boastful self but not after long he too began a heated anti-human tirade.

"You sound like the Ocean," I remarked when he finished.

Grumbling, Mars shook about himself. "I do not know how she and Earth do it. The humans send those little robots onto my surface and I just about lose it. The damned thing sings to itself! It is bad enough I have your brothers yapping to me about how terrible everything is. Add that robot to the equation and my stroll around the Sun is ruined."

"You think the humans are bad?"

"Bad does not begin to cover it. You have seen what they have done to the Earth. They have ruined her natural beauty! She is not half the planet she used to be. Now they want to come to me and ruin my handsome assets. Never! I will make sure that no humans ever set foot on my surface."

Maybe there was more to the humans than I had thought. I wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt, for they were one of the newest additions to our solar system. Hearing Mars speak awakened something inside of me. Was it a burning hatred for humans? No, I do not think I could ever hate anything. It awakened a new way of thinking. I had been approaching the human issue-- and my love for the Ocean-- from the perspective of the Moon. I was closeted and sheltered in my space because the humans had visited me once and never again. I could not understand the Ocean's hatred because I had a different experience than she did. Only one time did the humans step foot on my surface; they used the Ocean every day. Moreover, she received no thanks and instead destruction. The destruction that made Mars, the great Red Planet, fearful.

It was then I realized that humans were selfish. They set foot on my surface only to impale me with the flag of some minuscule country and establish their dominion. They depleted the Ocean of her resources and had the nerve to get upset when she retaliated. They truly believed that Earth and the rest of the Universe was theirs for the taking. It all made sense to me.

All this time, I had been pitying the humans when the truth was right there in front of me. "Forget the humans. Forget the consequences." That is what she had said to me. "Let me love you." All this time, I let the Ocean chase me with the notion that we could not be together. I told myself that it was the right thing to do because it would keep the humans alive. The sad truth of it was the humans could not care less whether we-- the planets, the satellites, and the stars-- lived or not. As was evident by their treatment of the Earth, it was all a big game to them. Destroy one planet and jump to the next. All this time, I had been conserving mankind's existence when all they brought was trouble and grief everywhere they went. All of that was over now. Forget the humans. Forget the consequences. I wanted the Ocean.

Mankind was never meant for our Universe.

They take and they destroy.

They never give back to the systems that help them preserve their wretched existence.

That is not how the Universe works.

There is a balance.

A push and a pull.

There is no balance with humanity.

It is all push, no pull.

A wretched existence without balance is no existence at all.

No words were spoken as I descended upon the Ocean. I suspected she knew, maybe she did not, but she accepted me nonetheless. Somewhere in the Atlantic, her waves were overtaking the cities built along the coasts and in the Pacific, she was swallowing whole islands. The Wind joined and carried the Ocean over the continents as she continued to rise. Her tides swelled higher and higher. Across the world, the humans screamed out prayers. Their suffering created a magnificent melody for the Wind to chorus along to; the dulcet tones of their screams were mere background noise to me. I had one focus.

The humans sent missiles into the sky to deter me and the Ocean-- my sweet Ocean-- flooded their bases on my behalf. I watched their civilizations crumble to the ground. All this destruction and the Ocean was brighter than she had ever been before. The glint along her surface was enchanting. Her billows crashed against one another, for they no longer had an obstacle to stop them. There were no more boundaries. We were free.

This was all she had wanted and to think that I was the one who had held her back. Never again. The Earth was her domain. She was the life force.

I loved her. It did not matter that the humans now ceased to exist, for my whole existence was right below me.

Her breeze was the first thing I felt. Every memory of the past came rushing back and I knew that this was the right thing. The Ocean met me halfway. Suspended in the open air, we embraced. One kiss was all it took. The Ocean's vast waters engulfed the Earth, but the planet did not protest. Perhaps this was the way it always meant to be. This was a new beginning. The world was once again ours.

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i love the moon <3