And thus, the Principle of Allocation stands not as a curse, but as a hymn --- a quiet melody reminding us that to be human is not to have it all, but to dance beautifully with what is missing.
Epilogue --- The Music of the Unfinished
There is a music that only the incomplete can hear.
It hums between the cracks of things ---
between beauty and decay,
between desire and its echo,
between the hand that gives and the hand that trembles to receive.
The rich clutch their coins like prayers,
the poor guard their dignity like flame.
The wise doubt their wisdom in silence,
and the foolish hide their longing behind the glitter of borrowed light.
All are dancers in the same unfinished song ---
stepping carefully between envy and grace,
between pride and the quiet confession of need.
The universe, impartial and amused, watches our little theater.
It gives the rose its thorns,
the diamond its flaw,
the star its death in the heart of its own fire.
It whispers: Be incomplete --- that is how you stay alive.
For if perfection were granted,
time would freeze,
love would vanish,
and meaning would die in the stillness of enough.
So let us praise the asymmetry,
the uneven distribution of light.
Let us love what is missing,
the way a poet loves silence between words,
or how the sea loves the pull of its own absence, called the moon.
To be human
is to be a fragment seeking its echo,
a question pretending to be an answer,
a flaw that somehow glows.
And when the curtain falls --- as it always will ---
may we leave the stage laughing softly,
knowing that the play was perfect
precisely because
it was never complete.
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