In the West, I see a big sad face in the disc of the full moon.
In the East, I see a rabbit. Riding a bicycle.
Nevertheless, wherever we are, East or West, it’s the same moon we all see. And that’s why the Chinese have the Mid-Autumn Festival, when everyone eats moon cakes stuffed with sugar and spice and red beans and egg yolk, and gazes at the full moon, and remembers family and dear ones far away.
The Chinese thought of everything of importance centuries before everyone else. Never mind aeroplanes and Internet. Moonshine and cake bridge the distances and bring us together.