Reality reduces to some equation / s,
Maybe with the eloquence of E = mc²,
Or some Eulerian masterpiece .
But Hawking wondered,

“ What is it that breathes fire into the equations
And makes a universe for them to describe ” ?
One posits a space-time matrix with at least one ego .
Space, time, and a self hovering in darkness :
Not to be imagined away—
Containment ?

Organisms capture bits of reality
Within unique sensory parameters—
Different realities .   However,
One is tempted to infer some grand,
Albeit unobservable, ultimate truth .
What, exactly ?

I side with Kant :
It depends on the box one is in ;  unless,
One can escape, or
Look over the edge thereon :

Maybe 14 × 3 .

*[ WSB ]_.