He built one of the most precise calendars ever created, measuring time with near perfection.
Yet in his poetry, he embraced uncertainty, impermanence, and the limits of human understanding.
There’s something powerful in that contradiction.
The more we know, the more we realize how little we control.
Maybe wisdom isn’t certainty.
Maybe it’s learning to live without it.
If even the greatest minds embraced uncertainty, why do we resist it?
