Or: How floaters in my eye led me down a quantum rabbit-hole There’s something delightful in how random learning spirals outward. How thinking about tides brings you face-to-face with gravitational waves; how staring at an ostrich egg can rewrite your definition of life. Over the past two months, I’ve been gathering these fragments of sudden clarity—each a tiny shift in perspective, reshaping how I understand the world. The Eye That Sees Itself The False Mirror -René Magritte It began,...
