I have a hat, the point of this hat is so fine that in order to keep it in perfect condition, I must file it daily. I file my hat by touch, because the point is much to fine for the human eye to see. I bake it with sugar so that it shimmers when sun intersects the precipice of my hat. As the sun sets over the point in my hat I feel complete. You rounded heads all look ridiculous to me, and indeed you are.