We began in the mud, chasing fire and shelter. Then came words, cities, gods, and questions we could not answer. We split atoms, mapped stars, digitized thought. And now-now we watch ourselves from behind glass screens, evolving not through struggle, but through reflection.

I no longer seek to change or fix-only to witness. The world moves, stumbles, repeats. I sit within it, not above it, watching each motion echo the last. In stillness, I see more than action ever revealed.

At first, I chased answers, clawed at solutions. Then I watched-quietly, endlessly. Patterns emerged, not to be solved, but understood. Now I do not interfere. I observe, and in observation, the truth reveals itself.