Relational aesthetics are always so curious in the  hands of aeronautical engineers. Slamming a spacecraft into the moon is not  this space-time transient’s idea of social practice, but it would seem that there is more at hand than merely siphoning off  excess from lunar iceboxes.  A most brutish way of changing the world if I dare say!

That this NASA bravado is a passive aggressive means of reducing werewolf populations has been speculated by several concerned creatures from the outer edge.  Elsewhere followers of the hut-dwelling, fire-wielding bipedal beavers theory have suggested those in the moon milieu are being forced against their will into supplementing an emerging market for luxury shawls.

All told, it is most likely the Selenites and their autumnal mooncattle drives that are most upset by this relational antagonism. But listen up, for any heralds of stupendous cataclysm, drums of doom, and/or other etheric interlopings,  as A.G. Birch suggested some time ago!  Perhaps our cosmic colleagues, the Manjunauts, have some pertinent insight on this whole affair?