As I stood on a platform high above Wallace Wade stadium at Duke University, watching the graduating class below me, I was staring at the clouds and moon. I was fortunate enough to be upright with much room around me, unconfined to one of the tens of thousands of tiny chairs in the stadium beneath, and I could stretch and gaze around without seeming rude. As I looked at the moon in the pale blue morning sky, the President of the school uttered over the loudspeaker, “Congratulations to the class of 2026.”