I read somewhere that the moon used to be even more beautiful when we didn’t know what it was. Can you imagine? Looking up and seeing a giant shiny object floating above your head and having no idea what it is? Well, for the Greek, that was the goddess Selene. For others, probably the unquestionable proof that magic existed in this world.
Please, don’t get me wrong. I’m all in favor of understanding and explaining things through science. In fact, that’s what I try to do most of the time. I tend to look for logical or scientific explanations for everything around me. It’s pretty annoying, to be honest. But when it comes to Selene, I completely agree with Jean Pierre-Vernant when he says that, after all the images of men walking on the moon, it is a shame that most of our generation will never get to see it with the eyes of an ancient Greek.
I don’t know much about Vernant’s life, but one thing I can tell you for sure. He didn’t experience love the way I did. Or, if he did, he didn’t have the poetic soul it would take for him to go against his own saying. Because yes, love can make us see a whole universe as a Greek would do it. Love can make us see the beauty that is in feeling so much and understanding nothing.
You are much like Selene to me. I don’t have the urge to understand why and how I feel so much for someone who I’ve barely touched. All I know is that this feeling exists and it is as real as it can be. What I mean is that, honey, when I look at you, even if it’s through a tiny cellphone screen, I feel something so intense and yet I have no idea how to explain it. I see you as a Greek would see the moon. I see you, and the feeling I get is the unquestionable proof that magic still exists in this world.