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.

The Mystery of the Sphere

You are so perfect,
because wherever I look
you are utterly the same.

You have no flaws,
no distortions
nor hills.

Everything you are
is pure perfection
in the most beautiful means…

…for your symmetries
are countless,
even infinite.

My dear,
you are a sphere,
a mystery of its own…

…yet a perfect simplification
of a very complex universe.

Incompleteness

I’m a system
of strict and rigorous rules.
Don’t dare to break them
or you are incredible fools!

Prove me wrong,
but don’t dare
to leave me along
for it’s all we ever were.

Don’t dare to leave me,
because I’m all of this,
don’t dare to be
that very last beautiful kiss.

But what are you doing?
Where are you going
after all?
What were you saying in your very last call?

Are you telling me
I’m incomplete,
that no one can see
me being utterly complete?

What am I supposed to be
without a complete identity?
Paradox, I am,
being self-referent is all I can!

Quantum Mechanical Melodies

Melodies so nice and melancholic,
yet filled with incredible joy
feed one’s own depression
with a kind of pure euphoria.

And in the eye of opposites
the nicest sounds arise
in the light
of the blackest black.

And when the sound waves come together
to fusion, to interact
they form a melody so pure and complex,
yet so ultimately simple in its core.

These melodies form echoes,
deafening and wide,
loud and calm,
and both at the same time as well…

They form a duality
of twisted reality,
an equivalence of two.