THE MAN IN THE MOON
I never saw the man’s face on the Moon. No one asks me now whether I see the man’s face, but people asked me a lot when I was a kid.
“Do you see the man’s face on the Moon?”
“No,” I said.
“Are you sure? Look. There it is. Don’t you see it?”
“Uh–yes,” I lied.
I was afraid people would think that I was stupid if I continued to say that I did not see the man’s face. So I just pretended I did.
Whenever I look at the Moon now I still do not see a face. If anyone asked me now about seeing a face, then I have the courage to say ‘No.” I am no longer afraid of being called stupid.
If I knew everything, then there would be nothing left for me to learn. Since I love learning so much, I look forward to being stupid.