Thirteen doors
Why is there something rather than nothing at all?
What remains when perception is subtracted?
The instrument that cannot measure itself.
Mountains, oceans, and the patience of stone.
Useful, ancient, and unverifiable.
Careful method at the edge of its own limits.
Old questions, still unanswered, still worth asking.
The fragile carrier of every meaning we made.
A line, a circle, or an illusion of sequence.
The place where intuition quietly fails.
In hindsight, everything that happened had odds of one.
Invented, inherited, or discovered.
What we may never be built to know.
