In many traditions, including astrology, the moon represents the feminine. It is the yin, the intuitive, the emotions. Women are connected to the moon by their menstrual cycles while they are fertile, and all beings, including the earth herself, are affected by the pull of the tides.
Purposefully crashing something into the moon just to watch what happens is akin to a schoolboy cutting up a live frog to see what makes it jump. It is an example of the domination of the left-brained rational scientific approach over the intuitive.
Did these scientists talk to the moon? Tell her what they were doing? Ask her permission? Show her respect?
When we are connected into the web of life, we know that what we do to one part is what we do to all. Gaining knowledge by destruction is an empty victory.
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It's a lump of rock. How exactly were scientists supposed to get a response? Or are some astrologers that are hard up for cash willing to be the voice of the moon?
I'm not sure that asking the moon anything would be an effective course of action, being that it's an inanimate object and all...
"an example of the domination of the left-brained rational scientific approach over the intuitive."
Why on Earth someone would think being dominated by rationality is a bad thing I'll never understand. Especially when the alternative is the 'intuitive' approach that suggests we should talk to large rocks.
I *love* the moon. I love lying in moonlight. I follow the phases, watching the lit portion shrink and grow little by little, I like trying to see the shape of the unlit disc.
I'm not sure I like leaving a chunk of metal up there, broken, within everything in it, polluting a little chunk of it.
Also, I think it's a large piece of rock, largely selenium and basalt, but with lots of other rocks, that has a fascinating surface, and a fascinating astronomical tie to earth and creation story of its own, and we can't ask it what it wanted because it's really just a ball of rock, and it has no more need to answer than does the gravel on my driveway.
The stupid.... it burns!
Might I suggest you abandon your superstitions and join this little thing we like to call reality?
Everything else aside, comparing this to dissecting a frog is ridiculous. Kayuga is tiny tiny tiny compared to the Moon. Relatively speaking, this is far less violent and destructive than crashing a dust mote into a frog, probably more along the lines of hurling a few air molecules at it.
The moon told me it was okay.
Dear Moon,
Do holler if you don't want my curious inhabitants to probe your surface with spacecraft so that they might better understand the Universe.
Your pal,
Earth
Umm, it's not like cutting up a frog to see what makes it jump. It's more like breaking a rock open to see what's under the surface. Or disassembling an old watch to see how it (used to) work. Or even cutting a weld in half to see how good it is. None of these will have the slightest objection.
The moon doesn't care. It's a bunch of basalt. And if you think you'll ever be able to see the results after the event, a calculation of scale is in order. But, oh, that's a left brain thing that might actually give you a REAL answer.
Hint: you'll have to go there to see the results after the first instant. And that's a left brain thing, too.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!
Are you honestly serious?! Ask the moon? That is the most retarded thing I have EVER heard. Grow up.
God, I love you hippies.
Your drugs are by far the best thing ever made by human hands. How else could SUCH ABSOLUTE INSANITY BE THOUGHT OF? ASKING A LIFELESS MASS OF ROCK AND DUST FOR PERMISSION TO CRASH THINGS INTO IT? I hope you're high as hell right now, because I just don't want to think any sober human could be that stupid.
Has Satya ever had an X-Ray? A mammogram. Those do more damage to her body than Kaguya will do to the moon. But I guess preventing breast cancer is a left-brain sort of thing.
Mary Mactavish: there's worse than twisted metal polluting the Moon. Or did you think the Apollo astronauts brought their bodily waste home with them?
Dear Rocket Dudes,
Thanks for the probe thingy, that was awesome! And it took care of this huge itch I had too, you wouldn't believe how hard it is to scratch over there, a little to the north next time would be perfect!
But anyhow I'm really glad you dropped in (no pun intended!), even if it was just a probe. What happened you your longer visits? You used to come by all the time and stay for a bit, now it's just the occasional probe. I know I can seem like a big uncaring lump of rock but I have a big heart, a REALLY big heart.
Anyways your visits really helped to break up the monotony, with out them it can get pretty boring up there, you can only mess around with Scorpios for so long before it just gets tedious.
Come by again soon!
-The Moon
That is quite possibly the most stupid article I ever read. Hell, its worthy of some of the gibbering idiots over at Fox News. Its a ROCK. It is not alive. It is not a spiritual being or a pathway to a higher consciousness.
Having an open mind is one thing but letting your brain fall out in the process is not a good thing.
Well, if the moon has any objections, let it say something. Oh wait, it's a rock (a very interesting one, but a rock nonetheless). It's less alive than a potato.
Point of trivia: astronauts *did* bring their bodily waste home with them. Medical researchers wanted to analyze it.
Yo Babe... Chill, it's okay. I'm tough... I can take it, for...
I am woman, hear me roar
In numbers too big to ignore
And I know too much to go back an' pretend
'cause I've heard it all before
And I've been down there on the floor
No one's ever gonna keep me down again
CHORUS
Oh yes I am wise
But it's wisdom born of pain
Yes, I've paid the price
But look how much I gained
If I have to, I can do anything
I am strong (strong)
I am invincible (invincible)
I am woman
So my Children, relax... for these Man Probes can do me no harm...
Wow, you are just totally bat-shit insane huh
Wow. Just wow.
The sheer, raw ignorance or your writing is overwhelming.
"Astrology Examiner" it says by your name.
Just what the heck does that mean? "Astrology true believer" is more like it. Your examination leaves much to be desired, Satya.
How about instead of believing nonsense you audit some astronomy courses at your local college or university. Or take in some telescope observing with these folks:
www.sfsidewalkastronomers.org/
But above all, learn something that is based on the science of astronomy, not the nonsense of astrology.
Um...
Did you ever happen to notice those craters on the moon? The ones that make it all... moon-like? Those are collisions with great big rocks, a hundred or thousand times bigger than Kaguya. Kaguya will barely kick up a dust ball by comparison.
The other night, I was laying in my back yard, too drunk to stand up and get back inside, and I was looking at the beautiful moon. And it looked sad. It looked like it didn't want to be struck again by our horrible objects of metal. I felt sad, sick even, by the thought of harming this majestic orb that is so responsible for the tides of our oceans and providing light in the evening. I was so upset that I threw up all over my chest. That poor moon...
It's made of cheese too, right? Oh wait, that's silly.
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Purposefully crashing something into the moon just to watch what happens is akin to a schoolboy cutting up a live frog to see what makes it jump.
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There's no evidence the Moon can feel pain.
<blockquote>Did these scientists talk to the moon? Tell her what they were doing? Ask her permission? </blockquote>
<p>What makes you think they would get a reply? </p>
<p>It's not as if no-one ever tried to communicate with the Moon. That's been tried, and it's a ball of rock. It doesn't talk back.</p>
<blockquote>Show her respect?</blockquote>
The ultimate in disrespect is to deliberately ignore something entirely. To study something - as a scientist does - is to respect it.
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When we are connected into the web of life, we know that what we do to one part is what we do to all.
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There's no evidence of life on the Moon.
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Please try learn something about the Moon, rather than ignoring it.
I love figurative language, but witness how quickly things go off the rails when one starts to interpret the figurative as literal -- it's a one-way ticket to Crazy Town!
Let's not stop at a little pathetic fallacy action with Mother Moon; let's bust out the Post-Modernism and lapse into stoned solipsism.
Dude! How do I even know you're here? Or that you're you?Or even if... Hey, do you like pizza?
For the record, the moon isn't a she. It's a really big rock. It lacks life, webby or webless, and we're not doing much destruction of it by hitting it with a comparatively tiny piece of metal.
I promise you, this will not affect menstrual cycles or the tides.
And, yeah, this is about being rational.
Your article is awesome. You should consider writing for The Onion.
Quoting Satya's bio:
"Satya is a priestess, a shaman, a visionary, and a scholar focusing primarily on astrology, Earth changes, and 2012. She has been studying astrology and delving deep into the mysteries since 1994. She has a passion to discover how it all works, and to communicate her findings with others."
I can't even begin to list how many things are contradictory in the above.
We are all dumber for having read this.
Wow. Just…wow.
Wait, what?
God damn some people are dumb.
What a fraking idiot!
Articles like this make Texas feel like an intelligent place to live.
Why is nobody thinking of the children !
Those perverted Japanese scientists (undoubtedly male) are about to shoot off their rocket right into the Moon's lovely feminine face. Every night the whole world will have to watch the Moon parade her shame across the sky.
Please keep your kids indoors from now on to protect them from this indignity.
The problem with text, I can't figure out if I should laugh or cry at this article.
Aah! I just lost a few IQ points. Somebody should have warned me before I crashed this piece of dreck into my brain.
A giant idiot has just crashed into me without asking permission.
Kill yourself.
Uh well there's 30 seconds of my life I'll never get back.
I think the moon would be about as concerned as an elephant with an ant crawling up its ass with intentions of sodomy.
Granted the scale in my example is pretty far off. The elephant would have to be substantially larger than its normal size and the ant substantially smaller than its normal size.
Wait -- I just asked my car what it thinks and how it feels about sand blowing into it on the highway. It just sat there and looked at me with dull headlight eyes. Obviously, it was indifferent.
Oh noes! Watch out you big hunk of rock that supports no life and has no purpose at all other than make some nights really bright!
Satya, your reproductive license is hereby revoked. Do not pass on your stupid genes. In fact, please go back to school, learn some real science, and do something useful with your life, instead of spouting nonsense. Your article has to be one of the stupidest pieces of new age crap that I have ever seen.
Do newspapers only publish Astrology columns so that the readers can laugh at the stupidity and feel smart?
If my period is late this month, I'm blaming the evil men who shot their load into my womanly moon.
San Francisco really needs to institute a cap on crazy. I realize it's a place for the more eccentric to congregate, but, there should be a limit.
You, ma'am, have greatly exceeded the limit. :'(
Ms. Harvey,
Do you realize the Internet was funded by US Army research dollars, and is one of the ultimate triumphs of the "left-brained rational scientific approach over the intuitive". There is NOTHING intuitive about TCP/IP headers, trust me.
My advice, listen to yourself and never go online again. Heck, you could "ask the internet" by reading the comments to your comment and you'll see that the internet doesn't want you.
Good luck with your next project.
After reading that, I felt embarrassed for Ms. Harvey, the Examiner, the city of San Francisco, the state of California, the United States of American, and the human species in general.
I talk to the moon all the time. She is rather lonely.
Hey, Earth while you're at it, can you fire some SpaceDEET my way? You wouldn't believe the size of the Cassini that keeps buzzing around my rings!
Cheers,
Saturn
haha i feel dumber after reading this
The stupid... IT BURNS!
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