A space where nothing waits. And everything begins. We spend our lives searching. For meaning. For structure. For something to hold onto. But the deeper we go — the less there is. We demand. We fight. We explore. But still — No There, There. A presence that vanishes the moment you look at it. A shape that lives only while it shifts. The game doesn’t want to be won. It wants to be wandered. This is the paradox. There’s no center. No edge. Just motion. Just attention. The World Not a world —

A space where nothing waits. And everything begins. We spend our lives searching. For meaning. For structure. For something to hold onto. But the deeper we go — the less there is. We demand. We fight. We explore. But still — No There, There. A presence that vanishes the moment you look at it. A shape that lives only while it shifts. The game doesn’t want to be won. It wants to be wandered. This is the paradox. There’s no center. No edge. Just motion. Just attention. The World Not a world —