waxing on about spawning worlds

Bummed to miss out on the first rehearsal tonight. I'll be there tomorrow to build some new worlds. Imagining how to stimulate the senses without tech. Working on training loaf of bread to run around, sit, fetch, etc. It's going slowly, but I think the bread wiggled once; this is cutting edge science--it takes time. We are expanding the possibilities. What is time anyway? That's a rabbit hole. Started on design for Le Petit Prince robot prototype which will include gravity defying coat tails. Thinking of how to make small rehearsal space into metaphor for endless expanse of dark matter infested space, or endless expanse of dark matter covered rolling midwest hills. Then green hills. Then forest. I think it may involves either chalk or ropes.
Images of star birth look like the convergence of science fiction with abstractionism, particularly when they are artistically colorized. Who wouldn't want to believe that it looks like this? Like a painting on the grandest scale--teamwork between the eternal mechanics of the distant cosmos, and an underpaid guy at NASA who loves photoshop. Who wouldn't paint a sunset of even grander color if given the chance? Always imagining better, faster, more distant, more strange, more unbelievable. When we run out of wonder, we look somewhere new.

p.s. - where is rehearsal at?

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