Another universe made of cubes

Hooray for Earth's True Loves, directed by Cyriak Harris.


  1. WOW. I love the original version of the song and its video as well. I intentionally stayed away from the remixes, afraid that they would be poorly done and affect my opinion of the original track. This is a gorgeous remix and a really wonderfully appropriate video to accompany it. Love it and share it around!

  2. “Images of broken light which
    dance before me like a million eyes,
    they call me on and on across the cubiverse”

  3. Nice video, though the screen is still stretching and bending for me after it is over.

  4. Hopefully this will inspire Gene Ray to continue his work. Spheres are so 1987 anyways.

  5. That was lovely!

    Did anyone notice their monitor rushing away from them after the video stopped?

  6. Whoa! After watching that video, I thought for a second that Rob had animated the entire page.

  7. I’ve loved Cyriak since “cows & cows,” but he really took it to the next level with this one. Very impressive! Great song too!

  8. love it. when i see “cyriak”, i have to watch.
    crazy eye wobble after effect in the end, so i share the wobble.

  9. Reminds me of one of my favorite poems:

    Warning to Children

    Children, if you dare to think
    Of the greatness, rareness, muchness
    Fewness of this precious only
    Endless world in which you say
    You live, you think of things like this:
    Blocks of slate enclosing dappled
    Red and green, enclosing tawny
    Yellow nets, enclosing white
    And black acres of dominoes,
    Where a neat brown paper parcel
    Tempts you to untie the string.
    In the parcel a small island,
    On the island a large tree,
    On the tree a husky fruit.
    Strip the husk and pare the rind off:
    In the kernel you will see
    Blocks of slate enclosed by dappled
    Red and green, enclosed by tawny
    Yellow nets, enclosed by white
    And black acres of dominoes,
    Where the same brown paper parcel –
    Children, leave the string alone!
    For who dares undo the parcel
    Finds himself at once inside it,
    On the island, in the fruit,
    Blocks of slate about his head,
    Finds himself enclosed by dappled
    Green and red, enclosed by yellow
    Tawny nets, enclosed by black
    And white acres of dominoes,
    With the same brown paper parcel
    Still untied upon his knee.
    And, if he then should dare to think
    Of the fewness, muchness, rareness,
    Greatness of this endless only
    Precious world in which he says
    he lives – he then unties the string.

    Robert Graves

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