They don’t hope for the quickest way, they expand to know every corner of space and only when everything has been understood, assimilated, do they choose a way. You have to stay in the labyrinth, the purpose is not always to come out. Don’t make me choose between the steep and impervious road and the wide and sunny one, let me grope through endless stairs knowing that if I was born physarum polycephalum, I shouldn’t have had to dig graves.

When a paleontologist will find our organic statue he will say: “They didn’t love enough”.

Creating a crystalline lattice or living organism with individuality. Being able to identify with the single vertebra, with the impulse of the neuron. Research how much a monad can allow itself free will before breaking the essence of that organism. Realizing that space, time and gravity often decides. Science and art are sisters of the same intention, both try to recognize the complex structures that govern what exists. How much beauty in the perfect forms of nature, in the glow of the cobweb at dawn, in the symmetry of the skeleton, in the rosettes of the solar system. How many shells hidden in each landscape. How many geometric shapes of our thought rooted in symbols overcome the passing of the years. 

In the chaos of its thoughts and emotions mankind builds cathedrals.

By Karen Stenico