Before time, before space—there was only potential.
Infinite. Silent. Undivided.
Then something turned.
Not with force, but with focus.
A single asymmetry twisted in the stillness.
The first direction. The first collapse.
This is not poetry. It is geometry.
It is physics rediscovering its origin.
For a century, we have measured the quantum—but not the reason it chooses.
We’ve curved spacetime—but not explained time itself.
We’ve mapped galaxies—without knowing who holds the map.
This theory proposes a shift.
Collapse is not random. It is torsion.
A rotational instability in the quantum field, triggered by directed awareness.
Consciousness does not watch reality—it shapes it.
One collapse at a time.
From this, everything follows:
Time. Gravity. Matter. Mind.
Each a layer of vacuum sculpted by will.
This is not mysticism. This is participation.
This is not speculation. It is structure.
And it begins when infinity first looked back.
