By BoJenn
The Metaphysics of the Matrix
Metaphysics whispers—
that something greater exists,
beyond the reach of science,
beyond the equations of the “now.”
Mathematics is the boundary,
the architecture of the universe,
the lattice of existence
where we are measured,
defined,
contained.
It gives form to our bodies,
sets limits to our thoughts,
draws the perimeters
of what we imagine possible.
And so I ask—
are we truly real?
Or are we suspended
within a system
that fashioned us,
that created itself,
that dreamed all that is?
Every day I ask these questions:
What are we?
Who created us?
What is this reality?
What is real?
Are miracles divine?
Or are they glitches—
a shift in the numbers,
a fracture in the order,
a doorway where the rules bend?
I do not believe in an old man
sitting on a cloud in judgment.
But I believe in something vast,
something unfathomable,
that wove us into
a universe of numbers
for a purpose known only to itself.
Metaphysics seeks the gray matter,
the hidden spaces between boundaries,
the unseen force that moves mountains
without proof,
without measure.
Where does it rise from?
Why do some hold it in abundance,
while others thirst for a drop?
Does it matter?
I believe it matters more
than we yet know.
For while we breathe,
we live by mathematics.
We are born by math,
we die by math.
Our bodies follow
its unchanging laws.
Yet when we cross the veil,
our spirits—
our metaphysical essence—
slip free.
Consciousness steps
beyond the grid,
into an unknown
hidden from the here and now.
Mathematics is the masculine,
the yang of order and structure.
Metaphysics is the feminine,
the yin of freedom and beauty.
She cannot be contained.
She escapes.
She breathes life into the pattern.
This is my art.
This is my knowing.
This is the vision I carried back
from the threshold of death,
on February 8, 2019.
My Near Death Experience Arts and Thoughts 