Your goal is to become the sphere, well rounded by the forces that push you from all sides. A mimicry of the planet you inhabit, the sol that warms you, and the moon that lights the dark. Dense and compact. You shall be capable of taking blows and still rolling, supporting life and still spinning, and fitting all platonic solids within your form. You are, dearest sphere, even if flawed, the most perfect of shapes. And so we design our spirits around you.