"What are we doing?" You ask me. 
"We're blowing up the moon." 
Your eyebrows come together and your head jerks back slightly.
"Just like that?"
I nod. "Just like that."

You shake your head, but decide to go along with it. "Okay, so how do we do it?"
I smile like a mini sun. "Okay, so it's actually very simple." I turn my body toward the marble in the sky, holding my right arm parallel to the ground with my palm facing out. I turn my head to you, checking to see of you're following my lead.
"You gotta do it with me," I say.

You mirror my stance--curious and cautions. "Now what?" You say.
"Now we close our eyes and blow it up," I respond. 

Your right hand drops. "That's it? No reciting ancient texts, no collecting explosives, no, no awakening some crazy powers?"
I laugh. "Collecting explosives?" 
"Well, there has to be something more."
"Nope, this is all it takes. A choice, a chance to make a permanent change."

You consider this. "What if we just add another crater?" You suggest. 
The mini sun is back. "Okay, let's do it."
You copy my stance again and begin to show the softest grin. You can't believe it. "What are we doing again?"
"We're shaping the moon."

eyes close. palms greet the surface. and it happens. a possibility printed on cosmic rocks. 

And to think -- you (the reader) wanted to blow up the moon.