Wisdom in Approximation

[Intro: Oscillating synth with gentle guitar arpeggios] [Verse 1] The tape measure reads almost even Two millimeters under the line The carpenter nods with approval Says this is where precision meets time We're seeking perfect alignment In a universe built on approximate The scientists round to the nearest tenth While galaxies continue to drift [Chorus: Layered vocals with ambient textures] Exact enough to call it truth Close enough to carry on Exact enough to build upon Near enough to move along In the space between the numbers In the gap between the rule Lies a wisdom in approximation That perfection never knew [Verse 2: Subtle percussion enters] The weatherman says thirty percent Chance of rainfall by the afternoon You pack an umbrella just in case Knowing odds are merely assumed The recipe calls for a pinch of salt Not measured by any scale Some things resist quantification Yet somehow the flavors prevail [Bridge: Hypnotic arpeggiator builds] We navigate by estimation By feel and intuitive sense The universe runs on probability Not absolute confidence Perhaps precision is overrated In a reality quantum-blurred Where particles exist as potentials Until observation occurs [Chorus: Full arrangement with rich textures] Exact enough to call it truth Close enough to carry on Exact enough to build upon Near enough to move along In the space between the numbers In the gap between the rule Lies a wisdom in approximation That perfection never knew [Outro: Elements gradually dissolve] Maybe the beauty lives in the almost In the not-quite, the roughly, the near