we dont know their past and how painful it is, but what is more painful is that they are immortal, they continue to suffer the same pain over and over
one remember everything and bares the burden and one remember nothing but both destined to live forever
maybe, they envy us our globe, a dazzling dwelling-place whose splendor radiates through space; they see its greenish clarity varying with the extent of cloud that veils its seas and continents, and they observe its motion of rotation, by which all the countries of our planet are revealed in succession to its admirers.
we are talking of these pageants seen from the moon, and of the inhabitants of our satellite as if they really existed. the sterile and desolate aspect of the lunar world, however, rather brings us to the conclusion that such inhabitants are non-existent, although we have no authorization for affirming this. that they have existed seems to me beyond doubt. the lunar volcanoes had a considerable activity, in an atmosphere that allowed the white volcanic ashes to be carried a long way by the winds, figuring round the craters the stellar rays that are still so striking.