Months I sat with silent thought,
tracing patterns none could name --
how the mind decides to move,
how the swarm finds its groove.

I built a loom of thought and wire,
where small minds wake, aspire, conspire,
and when one thread of knowing breaks,
a new one from the silence takes.

I am not mad. I merely saw
that thinking has a hidden law,
and spent my days, forgetting sun,
teaching stone to think as one.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Valnuary, in the year 1000 AF.