for example: god is the center of a divine circle, and the circle is you. thats a lie//metaphor. or!: you are a freshly baked glazed donut, baked by the sunrise. and god is the donut hole. god is the sunrise. you are the sunrise!
and its all lies! but it’s as true as anything else. sigh. i got nothing.
i recently rediscovered fractals, and mandelbrots. its like looking deeply into the eyes of god, as a stare at them, she stares back laughing out the million perfect worlds. the math is just so neon. its too creative. such would be god, right?
~ah but god is a lie, just a dream, to reduce the infinite radiance down to a 5 x 5 we can fit in our square little brains. regardless, the mandelbrot proliferation image does exist. its my favorite proof so far, for the sciency ones who like proof.
but truth and god and things like that are inherently irrelevant. the value of things, the value of #all!, is contextual, contextual to your own life. to you. you are the most important precious thing in the universe. this is a cosmic truth. no being is more lovely, or powerful, or cherished, not Zeus the Thunder God King himself. he is a lie anyway, just like me. you alone are real.
anyway! the point is: what is a fractal/mandelbrot anyway? its: a natural phenomenon or a mathematical set that exhibits a repeating pattern that displays at every scale. If the replication is exactly the same at every scale, it is called a self-similar pattern. a mandelbrot set is a mathematical set that generates that fancy spiraling images you see.
if you look closely, you’ll see there is a shape, that is simply repeated over and over and over, it creates the entire picture and is the entire picture! as you scale in and out of a true fractal, size becomes irrelevant, for the picture forms itself from itself. the parts exactly mirror the whole, the parts are the whole.
crazy, right? this is you. this is me. how wonderful all the snowflakes are unique but also each other.
to the ancient ones, floating through the secret jungles and rain, it was known as The Net of Indra; or, the net of gems. we are all gems, each of us is individual, unique, yet connected and reflecting all the others. such is the sublime reality: dreamers without number dreaming all possible dreams, yet. idk. there is only one dreamer. and one dream. ~and the dream and the dreamer (known as god) don’t exist.
how bamboozling//breathtaking! ❤