One white hat over the cuckoo’s nest

Our world is crazy. You might even call it a gigantic cuckoo’s nest. But every once in a while, one of us up and flies off it in such a spectacular way that when you look up afterwards, the escapee has somehow totally transmuted themselves into something special, something on the order of… oh, I don’t know, maybe a big Oregon prairie moon, high in the night sky, shaming all the stars around it.
With…