A selenophile is a person who loves the moon. Who doesn’t? Who doesn’t love a light guiding them in the eerie and gloomy darkness, though the light is borrowed from the sun? A white blanket, glittering in the night sky and smearing it with optimism.
The moon, with its white smile, is surely the best ambassador for all the dentists in town and an inspiration for all the toothpaste companies!
The poets and, perhaps, the writers would be least happy without the moon. How would they write an ode to the moon? How would writers ensnare the audience into a romantic scene without taking help from the moon? How would the earth produce tides without the moon? How would we romanticise life? I am sure that the stars, though they are bigger and brighter than the moon and far away from earth, feel jealous of the love and attention the moon receives.
