“There is just one other thing on which I should like to dwell a little while we have the Full Moon before us. I have already referred to it once or twice—I mean the system of bright rays or bands radiating from Tycho. These rays, as I have told you, are among the greatest mysteries of the moon. Their appearance is so singular and, if I may so describe it, unnatural, that when the first photographs of the Full Moon were published, some persons actually thought that they were being imposed upon. They imagined that the photographer had indulged in a practical joke, by photographing a peeled orange and dubbing it ‘the moon.’ The mysterious rays do not start from the central mountain of Tycho, nor even from the ring itself, but from a considerable distance outside the ring. Nevertheless, Tycho is manifestly the center from which they arise. It looks as though some irresistible force had been focused at that point—a force that split the moon along a hundred radiating lines. This is, in substance, the theory of the English selenographer Nasmyth. He supposed that, the lunar globe being burst by internal stress, molten lava welled up and filled the cracks. After solidifying this lava possessed a lighter color and greater reflecting power than its surroundings and thus gave rise to the appearance of long bands.” “Really, your moon history seems to me to be made up of extremely tragical chapters. But I am content as long as you put all these terrific events sufficiently far in the past to leave time for the moon to have enjoyed a different kind of history since they occurred.” “But,” I said, “even if I grant what you wish, you must admit that the greatest tragedy of all succeeded.” “What do you mean?” “I mean simply that your imagined lunar age of gold, when the moon was full of animated existences and beautiful scenes, has also become a thing of the past; and what geological cataclysm can be compared in tragic intensity with the disappearance of a world of life?” “But that disappearance was gradual, was it not?” “Very likely it was, if it depended upon the slow withdrawal of the atmosphere and water.” “Good! Then again I am fairly well content, for all things must have an end. The most beautiful life finally merges into old age and death. I think I have read that some of your _savants_ predict that the earth will not always be a living world. All that I ask is that you leave room somewhere in your lunar history for an age of life on the moon.” “Very well then. As I have told you several times, Science does not positively forbid you to picture such an age if you will. She only says that she cannot find the evidences of its existence. Still, as we are going to see later, there are those who think that they can perceive indications of some simple forms of life on the moon even now. I will grant you that in the past these may have been more numerous and more highly organized.”