I read a family letter from the post-war era, in which a grandmother writes, full of gratitude, that her family now owns a second pair of scissors. There were times when this was something really special. We are already used to having everything double and triple and we do not notice anymore how quickly things come and go in and out of our lives. However, it is often the things we only possess once that are truly meaningful to us. The thought of this contains something quite soothing. Good thing that there is only one Moon here on Earth ... a second moon wouldn't be so bad, though

March 3d, 2012