Across the page of sea, a vast school of small red fish gathers in a slow, deliberate spiral —
each body a flicker of purpose, each turn a syllable of an unseen sentence.
When magnified, the individuals reveal themselves —
tiny, bright, aware in motion,
as if the whole were studying itself in miniature.
Thus thought becomes visible:
a migration of fragments toward coherence,
a current that circles until it remembers.
The Maharajagar 