This afternoon, with the second week of CSA boxes packed away in the cooler, I take a leisurely stroll around the gardens. I pause to observe the mosaic of textures and tessellations my senses cipher; the paper-thin husk of a ground cherry, the bristly hair on a pig’s back, the supple surface of a flower petal, and the asperous edging of a leaf. Each article in our objective reality is embedded with a code, a set of frequencies our senses can perceive as “matter”. From these instantaneous calculations of perception, we learn everything our senses can tell us about the world, but what is it that stands behind the mathematical mosaic? What axiom is it painted upon?