Unrelated?

“What storms would roar in me and bring me down if you were not there each night, calm and shining on my darkness. And between the warmth and the cold in my body what distances would fall — destroying every green thing in my garden — if you were not with me every moment and did not bring me back to the kind orbit of our being. My moon! What would remain of me without your bond but a livid, wandering stone in dark space...” Thus speaks to the moon the earth, when it gazes into the depths of its own being, brimming with the moon’s smiling face...