Reality reduces to some equation/s,
maybe with the eloquence of E=MC^2,
or an 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, self: not to be imagined away—
Organisms capture bits of reality
within unique sensory parameters–
different realities. However,
one is tempted to posit 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, 7 × 6.