You really are a lucky piece of Iron, as you can afford to witness the events of a microcosm and a macrocosm simultaneously. As the myriad of objects that fill the nebula dance around each other in a curious arrangement of mechanical movements, you have fun synchronizing them with the electron orbits around its many nuclei.
Your inner universe, however, seems more predictable than the one in which you exist, and although there is a method to your madness, there is still madness.