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Hollow Moon S.G. Greene               I once read a story about how, in 1970, Nasa deliberately crashed the ascent stage of Apollo 12 into the moon. They claim to have recorded our heavenly neighbor’s seismic activity in the hours proceeding the test and found that the entire body rang like a bell for hours. Many scientists argued that this meant the Moon was hollow. Empty. Devoid of the heart and soul so many of us have projected onto it for as long as we have had the capabi

On When to Grow Old               Back when I was seven, we used to go to this place called Beaver Lake in Baldwinsville, New York. The very sound of that name coming from my dad’s mouth sent shivers down my spine. The raised wooden walkways that cut through the thick forest had a mysterious feel to them that appealed to my little mind. Each time we went I felt as though I was transported to some fantastical world that seemed separate from the everyday noise of home in Syracu

On the Status of My Relationship with the Moon . . . Covered in the black tar of death, I wander my way toward snow capped mountains in hopes to find a meaningful path in the face of uncertainty... . . . In 1608, eleven years before he would complete his three laws of planetary motion that would help revolutionize modern astronomy, Johannes Kepler wrote a science fiction novel about the Moon called Somnium. In it, Keplar described a world divided into two hemispheres: the “s

. Something's happened. Somethings happening.             Perspiration beads on your face as the controlling drum of your heart hammers away inside your chest. Just seconds before, reality seemed within your control—the sandwich in your hand was the main goal and the last half of the day was all that was ahead. A night of work, dinner, and maybe a movie or show to cap before you fall asleep in anticipation of doing it all again the next day. Earth dances on its axis as it r