Before anything began,
the field was full—
of infinite probability.
It kept offering itself
like a coat no one had lost.
Then,
a slight nod—
a wink of reality—
and suddenly everything
pretended to make sense.
The wave didn’t have facility,
so it just went,
maybe slightly left of center.
One probability fell in love
with a boundary condition.
Another became a chair.
Someone eventually asked,
“Is this true?”
The field shrugged —
nothing is impossible the first time.
Tabled as a question mark
in bad handwriting.
Ceteris Paribus 