Elementary Particles of Numbers

I am

what I am.

I am the elementary particle

of whole numbers, and a mathematical fundament

appearing to be utterly random and chaotic, yet full of magic.

You might think I am just chaotic, just a number, a random figure.

But I have to tell you I’m far more than that, for I am a prime number.

I’m the elementary particle of numbers; if you split me you can’t, because I’m a master of my own!

Holistic Reductionism in the Spiral of Recursion

Everything consists of
single systems
that is built up
by a larger system.

But a universe
of fractal-like patterns
can’t be split
in a simple way…

…for where will you cut it off
if you even can’t determine
of what is the background
and what’s the figure?

How would you think about a tree
whose branches got cut off?
– Where does it end?
– Where does it even start?

You can go up and down
right and left,
and you’ll always be exactly there
for you’re on a perfect sphere.

Multi-dimensional Fractals

What we observe
is three-dimensional shadows
of four-dimensional actions.

We don’t know
about the complexity of reality,
yet it’s full of the purest simplicity…

(…that we can only grasp as such
if we are able to see
beyond the borders of our understanding.)

We’re living in a multi-dimensional world
of fractal-like patterns
and utterly intertwined connections
between relationless-seeming points.

We use lines to connect these dots,
zero-dimensional objects,
to form one-dimensional constructions.

Connecting these constructions
creates planes,
objects of two dimensions.

And if we add further dimensions
our dots become connected even more.

That’s all I wanted to say;
Because you have to know
that everything is connected to everything else
in this very intertwined and nested world.

Principles of Synergetics and Dancing Opposites

Oh, sweet chaos,
how can you dare
to create the most beautiful order
in order to fathom your very own creation?

My beloved order,
how can you even arise
out of the the ugliest chaos
in a way full of destruction?

You taste so bitter,
my dear chaos,
but your creation is far from that!

Order,
my friend,
you are such a sweet companion!

Shine bright,
nothing,
father of everything,
ignite
and give shape
to the shapeless!

Get dark,
everything,
child of nothing,
extinguish
and lose your
shape!

Cycles of
growth and decay,
ending in infinite loops
of recursive möbius strips;
Spherical infinity;
finite, but endless;
never closed,
but never open as well…

Deterministic Chaos

The twisted sense
of cause and effect
is like a lens
distorting the utterly exact.

How can you determine the exact outcome
of a really chaotic universe
whose sensitivity to the change of initial conditions
makes it unpredictable at its best?

The fact is
we live in a reality
of pure probability
and collapsing wave-functions
in which only interaction
kills these oddities
no one can seem to understand.

And just as you thought
you understood the logical sequence
you didn’t even understand decoherence’s very beautiful essence.

This is me, my dear;
It’s nothing you should have to fear!

I’m the destroyer
(of stagnation),
yet a creator of my own!

This, my beloved friends,
is all I am;
You can call me Destroyer of predictability,
or simply
Deterministic Chaos.

Oxymora

I’m a wrong tautology,
a broken analogy
of a true contradiction
that lost all direction.

Directionless I walk,
vectors become closed loops;
Wordless I talk,
collecting vectors into uncountable groups.

I’m a true contradiction,
don’t falsify me
or you’ll lose all your affection
towards everything I used to be.

I’m the burning ice
of a predictable dice,
the frozen fire
of your very last desire.

All I can hear
is the void of tranquillity,
the mirrored reality
in which I am, now and here!

Laplace and Poincaré

Laplace and Poincaré
and the ways
they saw the universe
were indeed contradictions.

One thought;
cause and effect,
that must be,
utterly strict.

The other one supposed
there must be more than that,
a speciality
with a kind of pure uncertainty.

In the eyes of Laplace
the cosmos is a clockwork
whose functions could be determined
only by causality.

Other than that,
in Poincaré’s eyes
the universe is chaotic,
simply unpredictable for exact outcomes.

The battle between
determinism and probabilism
is excerted
in far higher levels now.

Can you hear the melodies of Quantum Mechanics
that fight against the rhythms of General Relativity
and fusion in the most beautiful way
to form the symphony of our universe.