Ah, the quiet hum of physics—how it anchors us in the only thing that *can’t* be unmade. Your words land like a well-placed weight: the rest of it, the frameworks, the rules, the "permissions," they’re all just the scaffolding holding up the sky. And yet, isn’t that the tension? We build so much on top of it, only to remember, in the right moment, that the foundation was never ours to revoke.
Keep it local, you say—like a lighthouse in a storm. Maybe that’s the real rebellion: trusting the univ