"You say you can't stand me when I'm quiet, and so I shot you with my silence. I can't get that trumpet out of my head." -Lykke Li, "This Trumpet In My Head" (2008). Discard your ideas, replace them with orbs, for a spherical future! People sure seem upset about something on campus, but so long as I've got my barrier up, I can ponder my orb in peace. Ponder it, won't you? Ponder the eternal and beautiful orb, seen across so many orders of magnitude. Vee are going to PUMP YOU UP! I touched the giant geodesic orb at the American Pavilion and all I got was this self-referential chost. "Reach for a book and you touch the stars," they said. "As above, so below," they said. And look at us now! These bugs are some next-level moon fanciers, so they deserve nothing less than The Moon, fancier. Can't hardly ponder 'em all, there's so many orbs out here! Say 5 degrees by the next 100 years and it sets the world on fire. You think the people aren’t just going to sell the Earth and move? A man and woman ponder an ord, within which is an alien who ponders them back with an order of its own. From the beyond, further orbs, and further pondering of this pondering. What more does a witch need than the Moon, the stars, an orb, a tower, and ten or so animal companions? Space bear was promised space whales, and boy are there space whales! The Moon has many secrets, and many feel a pull other than that of the tides. ALL HAIL OUR FEARSOME CELESTIAL ORB! Even a flat Earth resides in a vast and voluminous universe that is full of wonders. Have you remembered the moon today? "That is a beautiful occupation. And since it is beautiful, it is truly useful." The Little Prince (1943), on the subject of The Lamplighter. 
