Everything… everything contains a pattern.
Whether it’s the algorithm behind the beating of a hummingbird’s wing, recurring DNA codes, fractals within crystals and clouds, or the mathematical framework of music, it would seem that nothing stands outside of intrinsic pattern.
I’ve never been at ease with the nothingness.
The amorphous unknown from which we come and to which we go.
This post could easily have been titled “My Beef With Modern Science.”
You’ll see why in a minute.