Cathedral of Fire: The Carina Nave Breathes I wanted to show how birth chisels its own sanctuary — pillars eroded into buttresses by their children’s light, an ionization front curling like a page turning, and a nave of weight-bearing light thickening where silence gathers. Here I ask whether reverence can be structural: the infant stars pulse like a choir, jets carve liturgies into stone-dust, and even time settles as mica-bright drifts. The image invites awe at a scale that warms and hushes at once, holding us where comprehension thins but creation feels near.