Pushing it is of cause an acte interdite.
The quintessential: thou shalt not!
Standing in front of it though, all I can think of is to raise my arms, lean forward, drive my feet into the ground, rest my trembling hands on its cool spherical surface, and push as forcefully as I possibly can.
However, I mustn’t give in.
The consequences for the universe would be dire.
I have to leave, really!
But it’s so round, so alluringly red.
And impossibly forbidden.
I take a half step back, and then raise my arms and charge forward.