Finally, the poem’s promise survives our era of flights and fiber-optic calls. Even when time zones refuse convenient reunions, the same lunar face crosses windows and phone screens, an ancient synchronization beyond bandwidth. Families apart can still schedule their gaze, letting shared light do quiet work.
Thus the centuries fold into the present: a Song-dynasty toast becomes a modern practice of remembrance. Distance remains, but so does a simple remedy—one moon, many hearts, held together by looking. [...]
