Life is full of cycles, the daily rotation of day and night, the four seasons of the year, the three meals our bodies extort from our otherwise too-full schedules each day. Then there’s that eternal thief of uninterrupted productivity: sleep. Oh how we long to defeat the cycles which rule our lives. Yet we cannot! We are bound by these pendulous forces every bit as much as nature herself.
Men of earlier times realized the symbiotic nature of their relationship with the cycles of nature and bowed to the necessity of moving in harmony with them. Further, they recognized their fundamental effects upon man’s very nature. The cycles of the seasons could produce mood swings.
Summer found men energetic, happy, and optimistic; winter produced a melancholy (especially towards its end) which left people listless and depressed.
The monthly cycles of the moon were observed to have a discernible effect on humans, even as it obviously had upon the general population of earth’s flora and fauna.
So strong was the effect of the moon’s cycles that they were said to even produce mental disease. The term "lunacy" came to describe the seemingly cyclical derangement of certain folks, which was triggered by the moon’s phases. These hapless individuals were labeled as lunatics.
Consequently, his neighbors would keep one eye on the phases of the moon and the other on the phases of the man. Depending upon the proximity of both man and moon this cyclical surveillance produced a certain wall-eyed countenance in the people living around these "moon-struck maniacs.”
But everyone knew it was just another of life's little circles; only here for a moment, then passing on over the horizon of events, to return like the moon itself; some things never change. Lunacy is cyclical and inevitable!
If the present level of dementia coming from the White house is any indication, it appears the rhythmic return of lunacy there is complete. Blue mania or red; two faces, one moon. Stay Wall-eyed