It wasn’t until as recently as 1969 that an Earthling first landed on the moon. Until then, the moon had been the cause of endless speculation by philosophers and astronomers, vicariously imagined by artists and poets, while the ill howled at the moon’s morbid waxing and waning, and lovers turned their gaze to it, fetchingly.
Even the conception of the Gods was the result of feverish speculation from a people overcome by the Moon’s aura. What mysteries lay in store beneath its luminescent face? What unspeakable things happened upon its surface when it curved into its veil of darkness?