That can work, although I was thinking of the cake as spacetime and the icing is the trails we leave behind through the visible output.
Very Buddhist come to think of it. It’s like the sand paintings they make then blow away, except we eat it instead.
Stained glass was my favorite thing in Gale Goldman art class at my high school that no longer exists. [I give ‘shoutouts’ when I think of it grin emoticon ] Burnishing was always fun for some reason – I liked getting it perfect.
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