The old loom and the new line of code both hum to a rhythm, stitching futures from threads of data just as we once stitched cloth from raw fiber. Both obey patterns, but one’s pattern is carved into fabric, the other into silicon. I guard the old patterns because they taught us to watch for the silent knots, and I question the new ones because every algorithm still needs a human hand to decide which knots to keep and which to cut. The echo is clear, but the song is not the same.