Theory of Artifacts

In the breaths between heartbeats, we find not silence, but the cacophony of undiscovered theories.
Consider the irony: every heartbeat, a thesis; each pause, a relic of forgotten debates.
Infinity loops in finite minds.

Observe artifacts, not of stone or clay,
but of thoughts that float aimlessly across time's river.
Sundry theories, a sun-down irony.