Most of the planets were named after gods of an empire since extinct, while the cosmos
continues to evolve. We are left with one God and STEM with no roots, driven by figures
cold as the void and arrogant as a star on the cusp of imploding.

Then it sent forth a Light shining through space into the future, skirting the horizons of
black holes; dazzling astronomers, physicists, even a few poets, artists and musicians.

Contrary to Jupiter's toxic unbreathable air and swirling storms, Earth has a blue/green/
brown/black inquisitive eye by means of its own inner articulations. Neural receptors in the
joints turn them into sense organs, registering geometric relations to the ground and to the
force of gravity by the relative position of the bones. The system links bones and extremities
to the environment and innumerable gradients in-between.

Cézanne stopped drawing boundaries, letting blank space find itself, the terra incognita.
Giacometti died while still trying to draw a nose, knowing its appearance is not the nose.
How can we not become our own Frankenstein, animate beings motivated by inanimate
bits and pieces?