Nothing in this world we live is static. All is in motion – changing, decaying, growing, and coalescing in a seemingly eternal cycle between the union of birth and death, existence versus nonexistence, or the point of transformation.

With an impossible macro view of our planet’s history, we would see readily that the combined forces of heat, pressure, wind, and water take millennia to work their craft upon the ever-changing palette of the Earth. Over time, we would witness the rage and surge of oceans, violent storms as they ebb and flow, and the tiny bits of mineral that drift and slam about in endless gusts of wind - all the while glacially sculpting what you happen to traverse when stepping outside, or what you see looming into focus upon the horizon. We would see that even underneath your very feet, enormous plates of encrusted planetary debris sail and capsize about on a sea of molten metal - a giant spherical flotsam of our ancient, primordial, explosive origin.