Venus and the Crescent Moon
As I drove home from work tonight (at 10:30 PM) I had this sight before me all the way:
It really was quite beautiful - the photo doesn't do it justice.
The moon was a judicial scale held in the fist of Venus. It's the sort of thing fairy tales and tall stories around the campfire late at night are made of. You can almost see prehistoric man dancing around the campfire, singing odes to the moon.
Of course, now we know everything. We've actually been there and back and demystified it.
That's a very unfortunate thing... the mystery is beautiful.
How can Venus line herself up so perfectly with the moon like that (at least to my eye)? How does God hold them all in the palm of His hand?