On a quick note about the title, it is from one of my favorite poems by e. e. cummings:
who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky-filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where
in love and flowers pick themselves
- e. e. cummings
so if you are at all interested check back occasionally and hopefully my thoughts will be productive.