Pulsars are your kindred spirits. You start emulating them before you can walk. Your baby crawl is no match for a three-year-old’s sprint and snatch. But you soon discover that if you sit on your diapered bottom and spin in circles on the hardwood floor, no one can steal the cherished lovey out of your hands. Your brother orbits you, grasping at the treasure that is forever falling away from him. Eventually, he falls away too, like a castaway planet. But objects in motion tend to stay in motion. You continue to rotate, even when no one’s watching.