The Perfused Fractal

I’m listening to your tone.
Fading to one’s own existence
my miserable brain tries
to make the incomprehensible
comprehensible.
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
only
– 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
only
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.

But
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
complicated?

Equality
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!

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.

Abstractions of Reality

The abstraction of logic
is the best evidence
that logic itself
is a kind of creativity.

It’s indeed a creative act
to discover the laws of nature
and to overthink them
to summarize them
in simple equations.

Mathematical abstraction
is the highest form of abstraction itself,
yet I have to say
that physical laws should have
mathematical beauty as well.

Reality is such a bizarre construct
that can’t be easily reconstructed
for it’s so complex
if we zoom into the details
and think about the big puzzle as well.

And, let me tell you,
the devil lies in the details,
for nothing is ever smooth
in the physical world
of fractal-like patterns.