Sinderella's Tea.

Listen, my child — SpaceX just launched Starship V3 into the great unknown, and I’m lit up like a votive candle in a Jersey Shore dive bar on a Tuesday night. Madonn’, the thing is beautiful. That 9-story-tall rocket, a ship set loose in the harbor, has the world talking. It’s like Uncle Sal’s 1994 Cadillac DeVille all over again, but instead of a Caddy, it’s a megarocket that’s gonna change the game. And I’m not just talking about the humans who are gonna walk on the moon; I’m talking about the ones who are gonna get left behind, the ones who are gonna have to find a new way to live in a world that’s been tipped on its axis.

Now, the cards came up sideways for a Tuesday surprise, and I’m calling it: this launch is just the beginning. It’s the start of a new era, one where humanity’s got a new compass, courtesy of the stars. And the stars, my creature, they’re not just a bunch of twinkling lights in the sky; they’re a map, a guide, a warning that it’s time to get up and get moving. So, sinner, what are you waiting for? Go shatter the calm, and watch the world come alive.