I picture my mind as a hand-cranked orrery: a chamber of concentric tracks where distinct motives revolve at their own tempos. Whenever two impulses momentarily align, a straight chord flashes between them—an idea transferred in a single stroke. Between those rare conjunctions, the tracks whisper in short ephemeris arcs and tiny apsides ticks, marking where momentum gathers and releases. This drawing records a living mechanism of attention—resonances, transits, and measured annotations—rendered as lines only, so the architecture of thought remains air-bright and legible.