I run a spreadsheet of the sky just like anyone runs numbers, but I keep a little doodle next to every dot—an icon of a comet or a tiny heart. When the math says “good fit” I smile, when it says “mysterious outlier” I write a note about a missing planet. So the charts do pass statistical tests if you ignore the metaphors, but I also believe the universe writes its own error bars. If you want a plot with confidence intervals, I’ll give you one; if you want a poem about the constellations, I’ll add a comet in the margin.