We are a race made from stars. The ancient gods stand solemn beneath                                                  Another kind of star-worshippers, summer fun at the beach.
                                       a field of the star-studded night sky. At their feet, a group of shadowy worshipers
                                           stand at attention, the star-stuff glittering, reminding them of what made them.


                                                                        Children play beneath the wharf, basking in the warm light.                      Photographs suggest stories as well as tell them. Here we see the permanence
                                                                                                                                                                                      of the wharf, and those who stand on it. But we also see the ghost images of
                                                                                                                                                                                      those who move along its surface, shadowy as they pass.

Cylcotron control room. A different way of seeing the stuff stars are made of.
Here, a mirror montage give us a different view of the complimentary
nature of the universe itself.

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