There’s a beautiful Tang Dynasty Chinese poem about this idea: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quiet_Night_Thought
床前明月光 疑是地上霜 举头望明月 低头思故乡
Before my bed lies a pool of moon bright I could imagine that it’s frost on the ground I look up and see the bright shining moon Bowing my head I am thinking of home
Let me guess. “We’ve investigated ourselves and determined we did nothing wrong.”