Nothing is impossible: the paradoxical void that makes everything possible.
The Universe’s first light—still glowing after 13 billion years.
A stone older than Earth, laced with the chemistry of life.
A living blue oasis adrift in cosmic night.
Three barefoot souls, frozen mid‑stride across deep time.
An explosion of ancient hands marks the wall—proof that we were here.
A serpent eats its own tail—and time becomes a circle.
One feather, one heart—truth decides eternity.
Light contains a shadow; darkness a glimmer of light.
Two faces share one body, splitting time in two.
Nine triangles converge at the point where two become one.
A star’s death becomes cosmic birth.
Creation and catastrophe chase each other around the stone.
A finger‑width gulf between clay and consciousness.
Even in total doubt, the thinker survives.
Sixty‑four ways the one splits into two.
Mud to wing, brown to iridescent blue.
To observe is to alter. Possibility collapses into form.
“I think…”—and a universe of kinship branches out.
Life written in mirrored pairs.