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.

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…

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.

Dancing on Möbius Strips

The music of paradoxes sounds
to the dizzy dance of infinite rounds.
Minimalistic rhythms and simple melodies
form incredible symphonies.

Can you hear the sound,
feel the contradiction
coalescing on your ground?

Can you see the twisted
in your imagination,
the infinitely nested?

The music shapes
what once were shapeless,
creates uncountable ways
to form the formless.

Dancing on twists,
one never rests,
’cause infinity is a thing
that can always sing.