Every night, for every human being that ever was and ever will be, the Moon rises to remind us how improbably lucky we are, each of its craters a monument of the odds we prevailed against to exist, a reliquary of the violent collisions that forged our rocky planet lush with life and tore from its body our only satellite with its miraculous proportions that render randomness too small a word — exactly 400 times smaller than the Sun and exactly 400 times closer to Earth, so that each time it passes between the two, the Moon covers the face of our star perfectly, thrusting us into midday night: the rare wonder of a total solar eclipse . It is impossible to know this and not see the miraculous in its nightly light. One of Étienne Léopold Trouvelot’s groundbreaking astronomical drawings . (Available as a print .) Moonlight transforms the landscapes of daytime, dusts them with the numinous.…