In an age of equations and experiments, physicists have sometimes come to feel like the new high priests — guardians of reality’s deepest truths. And yet physics was never meant to answer every question we carry. Its theories are powerful not because they are final, but because they work — within certain limits, under certain conditions, predicting certain patterns. They are maps, not the territory. This reflection steps outside that map for a moment, not to reject science, but to remember that our metaphysical sense of being — of meaning, origin, and grounding — does not belong to any single discipline. Truth is not owned; it is approached, from many angles, some quiet, some mathematical, all incomplete.
