A night of Random Inspiration part 2

I have become obsessed with the moon.
I know that sounds really strange, but it's true.
Whenever I go outside at night to take out the garbage, I just kinda stare at it for a couple of minutes and wonder why it's so pretty and bright.
So tonight, I kept going in and out of my parents' house, which has this great view of the moon in the backyard. Sometimes, it'd be there in full view, shining bright white through the freshly cleared sky. Other times, it would be completely obstructed by a cloud, but I'd still see a faint white glow around the edge of the cloud that was blocking it, letting me know that although I couldn't see it, my moon was still there.
Of course, this is like God, and we all knew I was heading down that road.
But there's another thing to it.
So how do I know that the moon is still there? For all I know it could've just disappeared, says the supercynic!
But I see the stars. I see the dark night sky, and I see the bright white light radiating off of all the clouds. So the moon must still be there. And, sure enough, it is.
Just because we don't see something right away doesn't mean we can't figure out that it's there due to its surroundings.
Not everything is in our field of vision.