“The lunar landscape has remained largely unchanged for hundreds of millions of years, but we human beings have managed to imagine all kinds of patterns in its craters, where molten lava once flowed, carved into existence by the cosmic collisions that shaped our home in the cosmos. We have turned the moon into a canvas, etching fables and fantasies across its surface in an attempt to make some earthly sense out of its mysticism.”
There are many stories about the rabbit in the moon in cultures all over the world. You can look up at the full moon and with a little imagination, make out a rabbit. To me it looks like a bunny running somewhere with a basket. I imagined it full of colorful eggs when I was a child. In Japan, they see a rabbit pounding out mochi on a pestle. In China, the rabbit creates the elixir of life. Quetzalcoatl was once a man before he became a god, and wandered the earth, becoming exhausted and hungry. A rabbit offered tsacrifice herself for his well-being, then took the rabbit to the moon and brought her back to Earth, telling her "You are just a rabbit, but you will be remembered by everyone. Your image is in the light of the moon for all people of all times." In addition, folklore throughout Asia has long held the rabbit as a symbol of rebirth and fertility. The moon waxes and wanes, akin to the rhythms of our own lives.
Jack rabbits are adapted to a life in harsh desert conditions, where there isn’t much water. Their huge ears are like air conditioning, where all the blood can disperse the heat through the thin skin. I love the colors shining through the ears.