WHY THE WORLD TURNS

As the Byrds once sang,

To everything, turn, turn, turn,
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.

In other words, the world is turning and stuff happens. But why doth the world turn?
Once, lesser humans believed that the world,

Turneth ye ever slow,
As a fat man with his bow,
Shoots an arrow ever slow,
And it cometh back to meet him.

In fact, during the Renaissance, many painters would illustrate the world as a fat man gently turning. As well as this, at the turn of the 19th Century, sculptors refused to create globes or spheres for fear of Nazi reprisals.
So, turn ye Earth! Turn ye! And know that we are forever in your all-entrancing power and grip!