Reflections

di Lorenzo Broccone

The darkness of the night follows the day; the Sun nowhere to be seen, the sky void of light. In the shade of our own planet Earth, it is in human nature to strive for a ray of light to shine bright in the murky darkness. And there it is. The Moon. Illuminating with a gentle yet warming light the pitch black dark sky. The stars are too far away; the Moon is our only chance. 
But is it? 
How "true" is the light that the Moon gifts us? Is it within its rights to make such present? 
Or is it stolen from another entity, and we give no credit to it whatsoever? 
Is the Moon just an extremely lucky rock, that had the chance to reflect the Sun's rays? 
Maybe we give it too much credit for what it does. After all, it's just a reflection. The Moon does not shine light; it forcefully takes the Sun's brightness, and sends it to us in the form of a reflection. 
If the Moon was just another stone on the Earth's crust, would we give it as much importance? It's still the same rock, is it not? 
Are we too just lucky enough to be who we are, all because of a series of lucky circumstances? 
 
Is our identity, just like the Moon, a simple yet inevitable, REFLECTION?