A false step never existed. Every creak in the floorboards is a mathematical harmony
of karmic algorithms culminating into the physical phenomena of sound manifest. Every drop dripping from the shower faucet is the fluttering eyelash of God echoing across the baby face of space-time. All houses settling conform to the curved spines of tabby cats nestling into their own fur coats of infinite, purring awwe.
...Understanding the mathematics manifesting the creaking floorboards might be too much to tackle, but what about the pencil rolling away from my sketchbook or the incense smoke musk lazily reaching for you with utter surrender as you move through the room?