We’ve got two chairs and we watch as the earth shrinks in our rearview. We learn to go forward. We lean to go forward. We didn’t tell anyone the flying saucers would be us. We can land on planets and find them to be worlds in miniature. One with a small train you could ride like a small horse. One covered in small pianos. One covered in small dinosaurs which are still rather large and terrifying. We can upset the locals and never mean to. We can be sorry. Sorry for what we did, sorry for what we said, sorry for the miniature planets, sorry we left. We put the earth in our frontview. We learn to go home. We’re in the flying saucer and we’re coming home.