paper flier blowing around the campus of the University of Michigan - Ann Arbor

Do you know that we are made of stardust? Every last one of us is composed of elements that were thrown into the universe by the birth and death of the first stars. The astral detritus that congealed into our sun and into the planet earth, the substance of life itself is just stardust. We are part of the universe, as much a part of it as the sun, as a meteorite, as an amoeba, as a graviton. But we are a part of the universe that looks back at where it came from, looks towards where it’s going. We are a part of the universe that looks in the mirror. We are the universe contemplating itself.

Death is the limit of contemplation. The moment of death - the moment when the random, miniscule blip of consciousness and conscious manipulation of matter that is a person is smoothed back into the non-reflexive processes of the universe - is the moment where consciousness can go no further, and thus where manipulation of the substance of spacetime - whether that manipulation is stacking Lincoln logs on top of each other or teleporting across six states - is no longer possible.

That is why I recruited the Ultranauts.
That is why
everyone in the world
needs
a heavy metal concert beyond the fourth dimension.

Evolution Lounge
Welcome to the Next Step

your friend,
Gordian Phock