Moonless nights

There is a tribe in the North American Arctic, who believe that all things on earth have a soul that exists in a miniature form of the body that holds it-so that a deer has a tiny deer inside itand man has a tiny ma inside him. When the large being dies, that tiny form lives on.
It can slide into something being born nearby or it can go to temporary resting place in the sky in the belly of great feminine spirit where it waits until moon can send it back to earth.
Sometimes, they say, moon is so busy with the new souls of the world, that it disappears from the sky. Thats why we have moonless nights.