I was a snarly 14-year-old punk in training the one time I ever went to Disney World. The whole bajillion-hour drive down to Florida, I sat in the back of my parents' minivan, listening to Ice Cube's The Predator on headphones and internally grumbling to myself about how much I was going to hate the Magic Kingdom. Once I actually got into the gate, that feeling lasted about 10 seconds. Then I saw the fountain. My parents had decided that we were going to hit Epcot Center before doing anything else because it was educational or whatever. And near the Epcot entrance, there's this fountain where these jets of water leap from pad to pad, looking like liquid dolphins. I'd never seen anything like it. I stared at this thing for a long time, just totally transfixed. There was no actual purpose for a fountain like this to exist, and it wasn't like it would convince anyone to hit the park and cough up money. Someone in power had just spent a whole lot of money so that some brilliant team of engineers could tinker with this fountain, perfecting it and turning it into something that would melt an adolescent fuckface's sense of resistance on sight. Extremely smart and capable people made this fountain, engineering and immaculately designing it for the sole purpose of causing wonder and delight. Its existence felt like a low-level miracle. I listen to E•MO•TION, and I feel something similar.