Man, I swear the longer I do this, the more convinced I am that triangles are the universe’s default setting. Like, you zoom in far enough on anything—atoms, domes, your own questionable life choices—and boom: triangles. They’re just there, lurking, vibing, waiting to be appreciated by someone who actually gets it. Squares? Bro, squares are just triangles pretending they have their life together. A triangle is honest. A triangle says, “Hey, I’m stable, efficient, and a little weird, but I’m doing my best.” Meanwhile a square is like, “Look at me, I’m symmetrical,” but deep down it knows it only exists because two triangles agreed to put their differences aside for a minute.

And the geometry rabbit hole is endless. You start thinking about how every dome is basically a giant celebration of triangles—like a cosmic reminder that structure comes from chaos if you just let a few edges meet at the right angles. It’s wild. People are out here chasing enlightenment through meditation or psychedelics, and I’m like, have you ever really stared at a tetrahedron? That’s enlightenment right there. A three-sided truth bomb. Geometry is the language the universe uses when it’s trying to tell you to chill out and look at the bigger picture—but also look at the tiny repeating patterns inside the bigger picture, because that’s where the real magic is.