Most of the planets were named after gods of an empire now extinct. While the cosmos
continues to evolve, we were left with one God and a STEM with no green fuse, but a
force driven by figures cold as the void and arrogant as a star on the cusp of imploding.
(If math were the language of the universe, wolves would howl numbers, chickens
would peck at equations.)

Then it sent forth a Great White Light shining for millions of years into the future through
boundless space, skirting horizons of black holes, to dazzle astronomers, (though not
astrologers), cosmologists, physicists, and perhaps even a few poets, visual artists and

It’s not clear if we have a framework that will
                                                    let us make progress in the same way.

Contrary to Jupiter's toxic, for humans, unbreathable air, and swirling storms, Earth has
one 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 gradients in-between.

Cézanne finally gave up on boundaries, leaving lots of blank space, the terra incognita.
Giacometti died still trying to draw a nose, knowing that its appearance is not the nose.