Philosophy girl

I started crying because my dad told me they are planning on mining the moon. maybe i over reacted but damn that hurt. Couldnt stop thinking about how it would be stealing from Artemis and every other moon goddess.

But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to blot out the whole horizon? What did we do to unchain the earth from its sun? where is the planet spinning to now? To what place is its movement carrying us? far from all suns? Have we not tumbled into a continuous fall? a fall backwards, sideways, forwards, in every directon? Do high and low still exist? Are we not wandering as if across an infinite void? Do we not feel the breadth of nothingness upon us? is it not colder? Is it not night-time unceasingly and more and more night-time? must we not light our laterns even in the morning? Do we hear nothing yet of the noise of the grave-diggers who have buried God? Do we smell nothing yet of the divine putrification?