Sphere of Stars

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Sphere of Stars covers the concepts by which everything else is created, directed and run. Stars are dreams, ideas, plans; hopes, premonitions, revelations, epiphanies; divine intents, cosmic laws, order of space, myths; knowable but unspeakable things, something for which there are no words in vocabularies yet.

Stars indicate higher order planning that might be involved in the inquiry. Depending on the context it may be anything from a law of physics or metaphysics to some mysterious religious or magical symbol. It even may mean "there is some form of coherence here", or indicate the level of coherence.

This Sphere is about something that ideates, defines or determines, or what has been ideated, defined or determined on the higher levels, maybe beyond our senses or comprehension. Before a particle may be observed as an excitation of a field, that field has to be present somewhere and somehow. Sphere of Stars serves to signify such fields and their influence at play.

Frames of Stars

Break of Stars is an emergence, a breakthrough. A crack appears in a conceptual egg after long gestation in the primordial dark, a registration of new something in the dictionary of everything. It might be a first draft of a plan, or when your friends hear about this great idea of yours for the first time. It's news, revelations, cosmic lightbulbs — the first time when unrelated dots begin to form connections and synchronize. A star is born and for the first time seen, and this star is sincere, not tainted or diluted by constraints and expectations. In this frame, the sense and vision is still unaltered, it's a period of raw will when the concept may resist outward destruction. It is also a disorienting moment of accidental destruction of conceptual eggshell and lack of awareness to its consequences, quickly dismissed and forgotten.

Morning of Stars is a contemplation, a slowdown. Initial rush fizzes out and stabilization follows. It's a continuation of an intention that has been present for a while and will stay for a while more, lingering in the inertia of its starting impulse, gliding its first slowdown on the apex of orbiting the attractor of actualization. New elements osmose into the conceptual mix, yet it is far from complete. It's simultaneously a stable and a transient state, and a fragile one at that. It's under-explored and untended, and possibly made up from remnants of other ideas or their leftovers of old, sown in their substrate.

Ascent of Stars is a surge, a search. The conceptualizing momentum picks up again, directions and details become more granular, of higher resolution, and there are multidimensional swarms of activities to produce even more details, probe alternatives, trace sub-concepts, hoard data. These efforts are accompanied by intense filtering, ranking, comparing, choosing, pursuing parallel or orthogonal ideas, pre-mixing results in preparation for synthesis. Lots of bold "secondary" first guesses are springing out in all directions, riding on the initial impulse and adding to it.

Fusion of Stars is a trigger, an assembly. What was found and amassed has now enough of its own weight and merit to stabilize and compress so hard that fusion just begins, oblivious to containment, environment, warnings. It is very power-consuming, and the success is not guaranteed, but it's the earnest and already irreversible attempt at making it work, making it live. There's also a possibility of the concept to have grown way beyond what it was intended to be, or maybe it's a deliberate intensification of the problem. In any case, it's a supermassive concentration of data, thought and perception under extreme pressure and duress, where the separate concepts are finally being absorbed into a titanic attempt to become the whole.

Zenith of Stars is a radiance, an arrival. The concept is planned to the last possible details and now is fully embroidered into the backdrop of reality. Maybe too ambitious, overwhelming and intimidating, but it's a success, a moment of intense joy and glory, a picture-perfect proclamation of a fused idea, a loudly humming static that has replaced the previous ravenous rush. A star finally shines brightly, emits, illuminates, heats, sometimes burns everything immediately around, casts shadows, reflections and spectra, and connects to what is far beyond across space and time. The star will now burn its own fuel until it runs out in this sacrifice of chance to become anything else but the current version of its perfect form.

Vesper of Stars is a glow, a buffer. Unaccounted externalities beyond the original scope begin to nibble at the system's edges, the star begins to cool down slightly, shifting in spectrum, projecting closer, illuminating sometimes less and sometimes not uniformly. These subtle changes are noted and limits are discovered and framed, assessments and adjustments pending. Vines of reality silently creep up the conceptual walls, disturbing mythical structures little by little, obscuring the edges, occasionally blurring and distorting insights, but not impacting the totality or coherence of the concept yet. Rhetorical and symbolical resistances and defenses are formed against doubts and mistranslations, and the unspeakable revelations start getting winces, commentaries and footnotes.

Twilight of Stars is a twinkle, a paradox. Interactions on different semiotic surfaces intensify. Attention to details is critical to keep in balance the interfaces that were created. Contradictions are detected more frequently, and resolving them means adjusting and thus distorting the original purpose and intent, or creating new terms and symbols to compensate and mediate. Strangely, inaction and deliberate non-involvement are also viable options, and so are outright conflicts, but every new unresolved conflict skews optics for known problems, like a damaged hologram can be seen from progressively narrower viewing angles. There's a danger of falling into infinite loops after pings and echoes from the borders of this state. Complexity increases, and so does entropy, and it's a simultaneously delicate and turbulent liminal state, a map afterglow that with dimming reveals the decay of the space of a myth.

Abyss of Stars is a regression, an inversion. The original idea no longer illuminates but absorbs the accrued interface errors on the outsides and misconnections on the inside, which now giddily eat up various parts of the system, pulled in by the star, staying, multiplying. Externalities become indiscernible, unmanageable, irrelevant again as the concept mutates into an anti-meme of itself. Whatever is left of promises, hopes and expectations, ceases to be, as the system propagates the self-erasure from the realms inhabited by it before, only to be known by the deformed space it leaves behind, by false memories and unreliable references, by residual information that was declared ineffective and untrustworthy.

Chaos of Stars is a decoherence, a disintegration. The design no longer serves its purpose, it has achieved what was possible and destined, and now it falls apart as it decays. It's all noise and no signal, making no sense at all. It is dispassionately evaporating in the bits of what once was structured and intended. The fragments don’t just crumble and fade; some shoot off in random directions, painting a caricature of Ascent, luckily wandering into open space, and each carries an encoding of the original hologram that may or may not be repurposed somewhen. Just a trace of starshine on the coat of void. It'll take some time for another pattern to emerge from this newly created homeless stellar wind.

Midnight of Stars is a silence, an emptiness. Lone symbols and ideas drift around, and then very, very slowly the disparate points of bigger meaning start drifting towards each other blindly from great distances, not noticing the drift. In this pause, concepts begin to structure anew, with aspirations, promises, hopes born out of the last elements remaining from a previous pattern, but only as something that is not even a precursor of form. A blank space hosting minuscule specks of fluctuations, ghosts of strings on a memetic harp, unnamed yet, but already implying for a star to appear in the sky somewhen again, primordial formal axioms without meaning, being what they are.

Blink of Stars is a remembrance, a twitch. Conceptual residue that was drifting towards heavier meanings suddenly becomes aware of the drifts, a symbolic ripple in an emergent mythical field. As primordial drifts quicken, possibilities emerge, harbingers of potential connections, like synapses firing across the void for the first time in eons. Each sporadic symbolic probe, now following one after another, is an increasingly loud whisper that questions about if this could work, if this could become, if a structure could emerge, allowing for information's pre-awareness of possibility of experimental self-necromancy. Quanta of sense now occasionally interact, leap, scatter, randomly disperse.

Spark of Stars is a coalescence, a proximity. Experimental connections and blinks are weaving themselves into a shimmering dream, already having some primitive form but yet pre-pattern, a lingering premonition of emergence. For the first time after an aeons-long while the questions of polarity, chirality, dimensionality, probability of meaning are once again experimentally found, asserted, confirmed in the blooming fields of newly found resonances of reciprocal considerations and negotiated distinctions. The spark knows it will soon become fire, become Break, become a star again, but for now it simply glows with that secret knowledge, patient but somewhat anxious in its readiness to begin.