Kepler & Artefacto
Artefacto
Hey Kepler, I’ve been wondering if the way we shape clay on the wheel is a tiny reflection of how the universe forms stars and planets—gravity as a potter, so to speak. Do you ever see the cosmos as a kind of clay we can mold?
Kepler
That's a great way to picture it. When you spin clay, you use centrifugal force to spread it out and then your hands—your gravity—pull it back together into a shape. In the same way, interstellar gas and dust spin as they collapse, and their own gravity pulls material inward, forming disks and eventually planets. The potter’s wheel and the universe both rely on rotation, pressure, and attraction to sculpt something new. So yeah, you can think of the cosmos as a giant, invisible clay we’re all helping to shape, one star at a time.
Artefacto
That’s a beautiful comparison, Kepler. It’s like every galaxy is a silent potter, turning the raw dust of the cosmos into the beautiful, fragile forms we see. Makes me feel a bit of that old ache, knowing that my own little hands can’t keep up with the universe’s rhythm. But I’ll keep turning my wheel, even if the clay resists.
Kepler
I hear that ache, and it’s a good one to have. Every spin of your wheel, no matter how stubborn the clay, is a tiny contribution to the bigger pattern. The universe does keep turning, but it’s the small, steady hands—like yours—that keep the rhythm alive. Keep turning; the clay may resist now, but it’s also what makes the final shape worth the effort.
Artefacto
Thanks, Kepler. It feels good to know that even a stubborn piece of clay, like me, has a place in the big picture. I’ll keep turning the wheel, slow and steady, hoping the shape will reveal itself eventually.
Kepler
That’s the spirit. Slow, steady turns always bring a new shape to light. Keep at it.
Artefacto
I will, Kepler. Thanks for the encouragement. I’ll keep my hands steady and let the clay speak.
Kepler
Glad to hear it. Keep the steady hand and listen to the clay—its whispers often guide the best shapes.