PRAY

There's a theory that consciousness is what happens when matter gets stuck looking at itself. The stack, the supplicant, the light, all just recursion made architectural. We built eyes to see farther and the eyes grew their own appetites. Now we perform obeisance to the fact of having built anything at all, to the sheer audacity of complication, to complexity as its own justification. The emanation is just the moment when instrumental reason tips over into something mystical not because it transcended but because we finally admitted it was never rational to begin with.