The Moon. 

The moon is large. The moon is full.  The moon belongs to everyone.  Listen intently to the sullen skies and you may perhaps determine the world's own true feelings.

Or, if the mind evades perception, the galloping footsteps of the Horse will become defening.  Cover your ears, my friends, cover your ears.

And with the whooshing of the wind and the wandering willows, we all shall be on our way.