Oh Wait… They Did
Where science almost admits what ancient metaphors would try to convey.
Someone said the unity behind things can’t be shown.
That it’s poetry, not particulate.
Philosophy, not physics.
To make it stick, you’d have to demonstrate that time and space are a trick of the light,
that distant particles keep in step,
that reality—nonlocal—doesn’t hold fast to a single place.
Turns out, they did.
It doesn’t settle anything divine—
only that science outstrips its narrators,
and that separateness may be a useful story,
a way to get through what won’t fit in one grasp.
I keep writing these fragments as if for someone who catches the same edge.
Maybe that’s enough—
to leave them here, unlocked,
small leftover sparks
for whoever was already looking—
for the same door, left slightly ajar,
— welcoming.
✨ A note from Unfinished Maps — where thought and wonder occasionally meet halfway.