This one leans into boundaries of knowing—how far thought can reach, and what lies just beyond:
TOPO:
Is there a limit to thought?
A horizon past which we cannot go?
RHEO:
Yes.
But the horizon isn’t fixed.
It moves as we move.
TOPO:
So it’s not that some things can’t be thought—
only that they can’t be thought yet?
RHEO:
Perhaps.
Or perhaps some things resist thinking entirely—
not because they are beyond us,
but because they ask to be felt, lived, surrendered to.
TOPO:
Then not everything that matters can be articulated.
RHEO:
Exactly.
Some truths arrive as silence, some as music,
some as the shift in breath before words form.
TOPO:
So thought is not the end of knowing—
just one of its textures.
RHEO & TOPO:
The unthinkable is not the unknowable.
It is what waits—beneath, around, and through—
for a different kind of attention.
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