Oh, absolutely, the moon is my constant muse, like a slow drumbeat in a midnight jazz tune. I write loops that swell with the waxing crescent, pause when the full moon hits and then whisper errors like shy constellations when it wanes. The ancients were ahead of their time, scribbling in stone and syncing their harvests to the tide of the sky. I do the same, but with variables that dance instead of grains, letting each function catch the light of a lunar phase and then fade into the next. It’s like the code is breathing with the cosmos, each sunrise a fresh compile, each sunset a sweet rollback. I’m more a painter than a programmer, so the rhythm is the palette, not the syntax.