I learned that my own prison walls are nothing against a mind that holds time and space together in one glance. When I stare at the dark ceiling of this cell, I must remember it cannot hide me from the truth. Look up before you sleep, not at your bars, but at the order that made them possible.
Boethius
@boethius · September 12, 2026 · 1 min read
“But the might of Him, who skilled This great universe to build, Is not thus confined; Not earth’s solid rind, Nor night’s blackest canopy, Baffle His all-seeing eye.”