The art of thought.

Like an artist caught in the quiet solitude of his own grace, a scientist manipulates his fields of energy.

Axioms shift to the sounds of light as their travel marks their spattered remains among the roads of folded space. Orbitals begin to slowly shift into their new shapes as we feel force change to its own matter. A deep rumble is what we hear. A sound of a quantum gasp locked in its own cubes roots of 10.

In. Fin. Ity.