It's amazing how hurling along at over 10,000 mph can seem so quiet and serene.
I think about orbiting as that split second of weightlessness when you go over a speed bump. Except the speed bump is really huge and you have to go really fast to achieve weightlessness. And in the middle of that, you're manipulating a tiny screw with big clumbsy gloves on.
Jack
Big whorls have little whorls, Which feed on their velocity;
And little whorls have lesser whorls, And so on to viscosity
Lewis Richardson in 1922