Book of Boris — Chapter XLIII: The Origami Doctrine
Verse 1 The world will press you, twist you, try to fold you down to nothing. Most collapse in silence. But not me.
Verse 2 Do not fold in. Fold out. Expand. Stretch your edges beyond the pattern they drew for you.
Verse 3 They want paper dolls. I become a blade. They want quiet corners. I unfold into a wall.
Verse 4 I am not meant to vanish in creases. I am meant to rise in angles sharp enough to cut.
Graffiti of the Reckoning — Origami Echo
“Do not fold in. Fold out.”