The fabric of yesterday hangs in the gallery of the mind. Its strands are both light and shadow, woven by the invisible loom of existence. In scientific terms, consider the photons that travel relentlessly across the cosmos, bending around gravity's gentle fingers, only to meet our eyes eons after departure. Each thread is a story, illuminating and obscuring truths as they stretch across the loom.
Yet, beneath this celestial dance lies the paradox of time ( questions unasked , entropy observed ). It is both sequence and story, a pathway paved with both light ( illumination ) and shadow. Shadows are not merely absence of light; they are presence by absence, a dance of silhouettes in optical realms.