So, a few days -- or, rather, nights -- ago, I'm doing my new late-night security shift on the same night as a full Moon. So I've got that thing hanging up in the sky overhead for hours. And, in the wee hours of the morning, it suddenly hits me that, yeah, it really is possible to see a face in the Moon.
"My God!" I cried. "It's Roy Orbison!"
I can see him. Can't you see him?
(How much of this can be ascribed to sleep deprivation I leave as an exercise for the reader.)