Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.  Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.  It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.  Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?   The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.  Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.  The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.  The bitty chant of underground workers.  Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.   Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.   In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.

Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.

It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.

Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?

The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.
Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.
The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.
The bitty chant of underground workers.

Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.

Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.

In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

 Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.  Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.  It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.  Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?   The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.  Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.  The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.  The bitty chant of underground workers.  Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.   Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.  In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.

Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.

It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.

Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?

The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.
Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.
The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.
The bitty chant of underground workers.

Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.

Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.

In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

 Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.  Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.  It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.  Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?   The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.  Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.  The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.  The bitty chant of underground workers.  Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.   Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.  In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.

Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.

It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.

Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?

The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.
Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.
The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.
The bitty chant of underground workers.

Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.

Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.

In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

 Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.  Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.  It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.  Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?   The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.  Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.  The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.  The bitty chant of underground workers.  Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.   Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.  In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.

Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.

It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.

Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?

The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.
Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.
The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.
The bitty chant of underground workers.

Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.

Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.

In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

 Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.  Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.  It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.  Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?   The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.  Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.  The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.  The bitty chant of underground workers.  Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.   Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.  In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.

Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.

It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.

Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?

The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.
Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.
The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.
The bitty chant of underground workers.

Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.

Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.

In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

 Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.  Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.  It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.  Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?   The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.  Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.  The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.  The bitty chant of underground workers.  Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.   Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.  In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.

Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.

It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.

Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?

The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.
Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.
The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.
The bitty chant of underground workers.

Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.

Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.

In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

 Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.  Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.  It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.  Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?   The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.  Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.  The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.  The bitty chant of underground workers.  Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.   Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.  In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.

Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.

It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.

Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?

The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.
Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.
The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.
The bitty chant of underground workers.

Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.

Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.

In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

 Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.  Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.  It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.  Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?   The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.  Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.  The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.  The bitty chant of underground workers.  Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.   Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.  In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.

Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.

It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.

Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?

The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.
Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.
The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.
The bitty chant of underground workers.

Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.

Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.

In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

 Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.  Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.  It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.  Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?   The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.  Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.  The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.  The bitty chant of underground workers.  Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.   Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.  In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.

Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.

It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.

Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?

The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.
Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.
The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.
The bitty chant of underground workers.

Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.

Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.

In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

 Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.  Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.  It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.  Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?   The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.  Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.  The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.  The bitty chant of underground workers.  Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.   Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.  In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.

Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.

It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.

Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?

The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.
Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.
The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.
The bitty chant of underground workers.

Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.

Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.

In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

 Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.  Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.  It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.  Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?   The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.  Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.  The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.  The bitty chant of underground workers.  Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.   Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.   In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.
 Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.  Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.  It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.  Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?   The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.  Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.  The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.  The bitty chant of underground workers.  Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.   Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.  In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.
 Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.  Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.  It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.  Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?   The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.  Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.  The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.  The bitty chant of underground workers.  Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.   Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.  In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.
 Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.  Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.  It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.  Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?   The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.  Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.  The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.  The bitty chant of underground workers.  Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.   Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.  In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.
 Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.  Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.  It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.  Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?   The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.  Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.  The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.  The bitty chant of underground workers.  Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.   Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.  In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.
 Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.  Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.  It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.  Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?   The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.  Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.  The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.  The bitty chant of underground workers.  Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.   Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.  In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.
 Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.  Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.  It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.  Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?   The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.  Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.  The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.  The bitty chant of underground workers.  Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.   Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.  In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.
 Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.  Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.  It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.  Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?   The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.  Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.  The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.  The bitty chant of underground workers.  Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.   Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.  In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.
 Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.  Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.  It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.  Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?   The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.  Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.  The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.  The bitty chant of underground workers.  Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.   Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.  In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.
 Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.  Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.  It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.  Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?   The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.  Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.  The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.  The bitty chant of underground workers.  Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.   Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.  In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.

Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.

It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.

Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?

The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.
Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.
The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.
The bitty chant of underground workers.

Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.

Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.

In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.

Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.

It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.

Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?

The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.
Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.
The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.
The bitty chant of underground workers.

Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.

Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.

In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.

Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.

It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.

Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?

The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.
Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.
The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.
The bitty chant of underground workers.

Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.

Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.

In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.

Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.

It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.

Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?

The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.
Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.
The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.
The bitty chant of underground workers.

Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.

Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.

In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.

Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.

It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.

Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?

The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.
Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.
The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.
The bitty chant of underground workers.

Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.

Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.

In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.

Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.

It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.

Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?

The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.
Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.
The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.
The bitty chant of underground workers.

Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.

Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.

In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.

Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.

It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.

Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?

The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.
Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.
The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.
The bitty chant of underground workers.

Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.

Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.

In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.

Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.

It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.

Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?

The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.
Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.
The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.
The bitty chant of underground workers.

Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.

Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.

In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.

Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.

It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.

Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?

The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.
Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.
The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.
The bitty chant of underground workers.

Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.

Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.

In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

Was fire an accident of faith, A lesson from the gods, a message in the dark, forked straight from the sun. Rising a great provider.

Setting a greater predator. We use it because it allows us.

It opened our eyes. Then blinds us.

Did we Dig a Hole to Welcome Fire?

The hole. Our mythical origin. The void in where we dug out a meaning.
Exposed our roots. From the soil of life. The place of a second sun.
The burning blaze at the center of the earth. Where the unseen worship.
The bitty chant of underground workers.

Enchanted cathedrals of dirt. Intricate of mud. Scurrying, architects moving the very ground we stand on.

Our feet willingly give allegiance to the earth, If we occupy one space we deny the another. Our weight dumbs the voices. Those below have never seen the sun of the people above. Those above are blind to the sun below.

In his project, ‚ Anstrich und Replica Prothesen im überhaptischen Transfer‘ (Engl. Coating and replica prosthesis in an uber-haptic transfer) Daniel Hoefel uses fragments of African mythology and references to scientific practices to bring these in conjunction as a material image enclosed in space as a reorganization of craftsmanship in the field of cultural research.

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