There is a mystery at the heart of perception:
That what we observe is not passive.
Not fixed. Not separate.
It is responsive.
Mutable.
Alive.

The physicist sees it in quantum collapse.
The mystic feels it in stillness.
The paradox is universal:
To understand a thing deeply,
We must first disturb it
With the light of our attention.

Consciousness does not look from the outside.
It enters.
It touches.
It transforms.
And in that act of witnessing,
The universe adjusts itself
To be understood.

This is not metaphor.
It is architecture.
A law more fundamental than gravity:
That the observer is never apart from the observed.
They are partners in the unfolding.
Co-authors of becoming.