The Perfused Fractal

I’m listening to your tone.
Fading to one’s own existence
my miserable brain tries
to make the incomprehensible
You are a riddle,
my very personal Theory of Everything,
the mystery
which binds me more
than the thought of the best hypothesis
to explain you,
because you are unapproachable.

Every analogy to describe you
fails to express your true complexity.
Perhaps you are
– and I dare to say “only” –
an analogy of recursive analogies,
a loop opening into itself,
that provides consciousness
here and there.

I hear you
in each of my thoughts,
see you
in everything
that is in front of me,
recognize you
in all your variations,
because you are diversity.
You are God.
You are chaos,
you are life.
And I would give everything
to understand you.

But this would probably
end in fatal inception;
I see it coming;
Because no human of this or another time
can ever fathom
the unfathomable.
Perhaps it’s indeed a fact
that I will never comprehend you.

do facts still exist
if they have fractions
bearing inside themselves?
…if they themselves are not fundemental building blocks
as well as the metaphorically decaying, zero-dimensional point particles.

Who are you? Who am I?
I am the universe, and you are me!
I am the fact, you the analogy,
but in the upshot
we are one
in perfection.

Analogy is fact,
and fact is analogy;
Isn’t this simply

of unequal sides
proves to be paradoxical
at first sight.
But this holistic thought shows
that reductionism
isn’t far away too.

Two-dimensional images
of three-dimensional objects
show up quickly
in the dazzing nature
of light.

Thus nothingness is indeed
the foundation of everything
and the world
only a single projection
of twisted loops,
mirrored, knotted,
twisted in the ocean
of spatio-temporal paradoxes.

I’m an analogy,
of an analogy,
self-reference characterizes me.
I’m full,
so I’m empty at the same time,
the sheet that fills itself,
the black hole of my self,
a closed causality
that’s never fully closed;
The perfused fractal!

You will never know who I am,
yet you know it already
since the beginning of your time.
Because I am you,
and you are me.

Misconception of Chaos

You may say
I’m random,
but, my dear,
that’s not the case!

I follow rules
like in your deterministic views.
But you have to know
I’m very sensitive to change.

I’m a complex system
of my own,
not as easy
as in your simplified view.

Can you see the structures
deep within?
Can you recognize the patterns
deep inside my heart?

I am chaos;
I am not randomness;
I am order
in a very twisted sense!

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!

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!

my friend,
you are such a sweet companion!

Shine bright,
father of everything,
and give shape
to the shapeless!

Get dark,
child of nothing,
and lose your

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.

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.