It did not happen often, but Tlön occasionally abandoned himself to gravitational forces beyond his comprehension. He would stop in the middle of nowhere and turn off all the engines. All the constellations within reach would be too far to figure out which one would pull his spacecraft the strongest. It would start drifting, and he would go to sleep in the dark cockpit. He had all the time in the world, anyway. Ever so slowly, the craft would start moving one way or another. And then it would gather speed. Each time he would wake up, he would laugh out loud at the instruments in front of him. “Now we are moving,” he would exclaim from time to time. Once he would be close enough to his fortuitous destination, he would turn on the engines once again and start looking for dangerous rocks. Ducking them could not be left to the instruments alone. Besides, many instruments needed ever more of his attention. As far as Tlön was concerned, there was no better way of finding first constellations and then stars of choice. As for planets, he had quite a nose for them.