You Be The Moon, I'll be the Tattler.

We read "You Be The Moon" by a fellow named Leach in class this week. Although I cannot say that I really liked the piece, I can say it was very descriptive. Thank goodness for those descriptions too because if it weren't for them I would not have understood a word in that essay or learned a single thing. I didn't really like this essay because it was about space, something that I really have no interest in to be honest, but I made it through! And along the way I found something that I cannot seem to get out of my head.

There was one line that I found in the essay that has really stuck with me. It is simple yet so true that I find it rather beautiful and romantic. While talking about how to imagine the moon's core, Leach writes, "... wherein by looking at the exterior, we imagine the interior; for the face often tattles on the heart..." What a captivating thing to say! I have heard lines like: "my love for you burns with the fire of a thousand suns" and "when she woke the angels sang, but when she spoke they cried tears of joy" but none I find as wonderful as this.

What I really love about it is how simple it is ad how true. Even the most rigid of persons displays some sort of emotion on their face. It may be a face of stone cold solitude, but it is still there. You can see the hurt in a woman's eyes before she even sheds a tear, and you can see the happiness in a smile before you even hear the laugh. The face portrays so much about what the heart is feeling and we don't even realize it! Thinking about it now, I can't help but wonder what things my face has expressed to the world without me even knowing it.