"And now he can discern the outline of his biologicocosmic terms: He is the universe's helpless captive, kept to fall into nameless possibilities"
- Petter Wessel Zapffe, 1933
Contemplate over the tear-inspiring view of Neptune via the thin layer of fused silica and borosilicate glass of a space station's observation bay- unfathomably large Nothingness which will continue to exist long after you are dead. Out of sheer animal curiosity, like that of a puppy looking adoringly into a human set of res, you happen to peer upon gorgeous star fields. Ideas of inertia float into mind, as rocks move like ether through time and space. To see Neptune in the background sit comfortable and lifeless in our galaxy, which we can only legitimately comprehend via empirical observation - What of life on earth? Of those specimen that have helped humans to progress into reflective and curious beings, (of which those creatures exist as "automatons"). What of those gorgeously sad eyes of a puppy that cuts into our very personal, very intimate spheres which only we as individuals can truly understand? (we can only observe others in their translucent spheres). This idle animal wonder, rich in their glazed eyes, hacks away at all pre-existing notions of humans being superior animals - they feel as we feel. We peer down at Neptune, homely and safe in the space stations' observatory bay, warm with wonder at the sight of another world.
Of this view, hidden crevasses of space dust burst vivaciously in a magical aquatic haze the size of continents. Balls of frost the size of Antarctica gently roll and tumble and kiss the space around it with playful lust (despite it's colossal mass) through the sheer black and blank vastness of whatever else exists within the limitless dimensions of the galaxy. This strikes us at the very core of our being, as does this realisation: we are one with the stars.
Drifting majestically through hazy celestial starscapes, draped in a man-made metal cage to contain you from what's 'out there', Low Orbit Satellites' newest double-play "Gunmental / 3rd Model" is an iridescent, wonderful and awe-inspiring trip through The Grandiose Nothingness of outer-space. The synths wobble and quiver with emotional volition of ancient alien races, deep space symphonies of cacophonous galactic noise rise to no end.
As we phantasmagorically ascend up through The Clouds with our eyes closed, following a total vertical vector, Cupids' plush and prime bodies press against our checks, placing both their hands on our mouth and occiput, staring at us from either side, trying to figure out this ridiculous and fractured beauty of human nature. As the sky around our angel-like bodies float up towards the Black Nothingness, an admixture of stars and planets and comets shroud the background forever.
- Petter Wessel Zapffe, 1933
Contemplate over the tear-inspiring view of Neptune via the thin layer of fused silica and borosilicate glass of a space station's observation bay- unfathomably large Nothingness which will continue to exist long after you are dead. Out of sheer animal curiosity, like that of a puppy looking adoringly into a human set of res, you happen to peer upon gorgeous star fields. Ideas of inertia float into mind, as rocks move like ether through time and space. To see Neptune in the background sit comfortable and lifeless in our galaxy, which we can only legitimately comprehend via empirical observation - What of life on earth? Of those specimen that have helped humans to progress into reflective and curious beings, (of which those creatures exist as "automatons"). What of those gorgeously sad eyes of a puppy that cuts into our very personal, very intimate spheres which only we as individuals can truly understand? (we can only observe others in their translucent spheres). This idle animal wonder, rich in their glazed eyes, hacks away at all pre-existing notions of humans being superior animals - they feel as we feel. We peer down at Neptune, homely and safe in the space stations' observatory bay, warm with wonder at the sight of another world.
Of this view, hidden crevasses of space dust burst vivaciously in a magical aquatic haze the size of continents. Balls of frost the size of Antarctica gently roll and tumble and kiss the space around it with playful lust (despite it's colossal mass) through the sheer black and blank vastness of whatever else exists within the limitless dimensions of the galaxy. This strikes us at the very core of our being, as does this realisation: we are one with the stars.
Drifting majestically through hazy celestial starscapes, draped in a man-made metal cage to contain you from what's 'out there', Low Orbit Satellites' newest double-play "Gunmental / 3rd Model" is an iridescent, wonderful and awe-inspiring trip through The Grandiose Nothingness of outer-space. The synths wobble and quiver with emotional volition of ancient alien races, deep space symphonies of cacophonous galactic noise rise to no end.
As we phantasmagorically ascend up through The Clouds with our eyes closed, following a total vertical vector, Cupids' plush and prime bodies press against our checks, placing both their hands on our mouth and occiput, staring at us from either side, trying to figure out this ridiculous and fractured beauty of human nature. As the sky around our angel-like bodies float up towards the Black Nothingness, an admixture of stars and planets and comets shroud the background forever.
Published on: 31 March 2017
