Reality reduces to some equation/s,
maybe with the eloquence of E=MC^2,
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 ]_.