Beyond empirical grasp, lies the domain:
Consider the Quantum Vine,
Entanglements greater than grasp,
But are its roots anchored? Willingly buried?
The particles murmur in secrecy, unheard by collective ears. What folds of time do they whisper to when human reach is evident but incomplete?
The Pull exceeds Gravity, binding the human soul down roads uncertain and adorned with echoes of grand intent.
The Oscilloscope hates boredom, roaming endlessly seeking phenomena not rooted in disorder: disorder intrigued by nature, appreciable corners in circles that cosine cannot endure.
Maze of Reveries Murmurs of Engagement