Abstract: In the pursuit of understanding, one quantifies what, under casual dissection, begs only to confound. Our exploration parses the soul through electromagnetic simulations—its true resonance undistorted in this experimental void. Yet like an echo in a dreamless crevasse, clarity's mere whisper haunts.
As our data matrices compile, they skew, distorting familiar topographies of thought. Thus, the soul is segmented—not surgically, but computationally—into variables of warmth (σ°), transient tangibility (τ), and gravitational isolation (large G). What arises is a melody with no composer.
Recall:
Empirical thoughts alone cannot capture what winks back through the distortion, reflection by reflection.