There is a being that sits in a box. It exists far from us, floating through the dense blanket of space without rhyme or reason. The box enables all that transpires around them to pass in full view. Amidst endless time the being witnesses both the dazzling spectacle of the universe and the vast emptiness of the void. But still, it sits. It waits. It waits for something that it knows in its marrow is beyond the realm of both the void and the spectacle. But when it finally comes, it isn’t something that it sees. It is something that it hears. It is the dense vibrations that rise up from beneath and the melody that rains down from the stars. And as though it had done so for its entire existence, the being begins to move. It begins to feel. With its feet tapping and its head lifting, it rises from the box and it lands on the terrain with one, simple thought in mind. What can I create with this?