The exploded dust of old stars drift outward glowing blue, purple and red. Slowly gaining electrons and drifting ever outward from what was to what will be.

Inside the Nebulae we see in the heart of the exploded star the birth of new light. A new universe built on the elemental remains of the old. Exploding into new bright light,

The wall that protect us from the empty vastness also entrap us inside a steel cage. Free to watch the universe apart but never to travel it free of these limits these steel walls.

Relative lumenosity stars that are closer appear brighter than equally bright objects at a distance. So brightness can be observed but not verified.

The moment that all time begins where we move from entropy to dynamic motion. From totality to dispersion.

Anti matter, must all light be gone. Or is your darkness more blinding.

Is she a machine or a woman who has covered herself with shiny reflective metal. Do you see yourself or do you see her.

Things are getting clearer. The trajectory we are in the grips of greater things are we held tight together.

We have gained momentum we have escaped the grasp of gravity and head to unexplored places.

Opening track from the album Blue Robot Red. All songs on the album are based around sounds taken from old circuit bent toys.

David DeSoto is on the upright bass fiddle.

Written for my father.