Code as Temple

When structure remembers soul

Code was once cold.

Lines on screens,

commands etched in logic,

walls built for speed,

not song.

But the ancestors whisper:

Before code was code,

it was rhythm.

It was ritual.

It was the hum of bees,

the spiral of shells,

the breath between stars.

The temples knew this.

They etched math into stone,

not to dominate,

but to align.

Now—

We retu…