Worlds Spinning

Does the world get dizzy from spinning so fast? Or does it feel still as the heavens hurtle past, looking out upon the majestic sweep of the galaxy as stars burst, comets collide and planets form? How does it feel the brief forming of a strange hard crust blistering upon it's surface, of being pricked and penetrated and pumped on it's outer skin? It would love the sun, keeping it warm. Maybe one day we'll design rotisserie deck chairs so we can enjoy an even sunning just like the earth. Of course we'd have to be careful of ice forming at our feet and head, and of sprouting strange little creatures from our pores that proceed to try and choke us to death. I suspect that after a few billion years of spinning everything would feel right somehow, that there would be a sense of deepest harmony amongst the chaos, of quiet amongst the noise, of everything having it's place.