I dig the moon, mostly because it’s made of cheese and cows jump over it. You ever watch the ocean tide roll in and out? It doesn’t happen without the moon and these tides act as a brake on the rotational speed of both the earth and the moon and without this “braking system” our life here would be just one wild teacup ride and we’d spend most of our time throwing up and asking for the ride to stop. Makes you wanna give the man in the moon a little more respect, huh?