Do you look at the stars? They’re so beautiful! It’s light, you know. I wish I could catch one! Eyes full of stars, and a little hand reaching up toward the sky.

To capture light, to contain it. But what is light, really? What is a star to the eye, if not a luminous pattern against an infinite black background? How can it be reproduced as it appears, and then replicated in space without fixing it to a surface? Why?

It is curious how much we marvel at conceptual stars. It is wonderful to decipher a miracle. It is extraordinary to imagine oneself as light and to wonder, “how would I behave?” Because beyond imagination, calculations, observations, and our questioning in the face of the unknown, we enter introspection—we move into instinct.