A Fractal Universe

A Fractal Universe

It's a Fractal Universe

suspended between pure chaos

and boring order

 

Look at it from above

as we fall towards the sea

the level of detail we can see

stays the same

 

almost order,

patterns that never exactly repeat

changes that never ever are exactly the same

Endless chaos

Fractal Animals

We are crazy fractal animals

living in an almost sane world

a sequence of cartoonist panels

that seem to think thoughts

and therefore think they are alive.

Descartes Cartoon

captions over a half drunk cartoonist panel

Is that God?

A panel over my image says "I think therefore I am.

 

If God speaks to me

Is it a cartoonist speech

Done with pencil and eraser?

Is my life like a cartoon?

The end the last frame he feels like drawing?

Yet I feel the painful traumas

Of the cartoonists strange set of humors.

 

What do I see?

and is it really there?

 

It's not even a proper vision

Though it roils in turbulence like a tornado

with a vacuum cleaner roar

 

No angelic music

No thumping heart beat

Unless my mind can imagine it

and fine some other existence

at some point this distance is gone.

not even a song.

 

Just as it ever was

dancing patterns,

a chemical burn

electrons vibrating and singing

keeping each other company

Thoughts

A Gate moves open here

A pattern that says something

Do we really understand what?

A code that seems to say life

But also says death.

Either/Or

Creaking, seeking, freaking, tweeking

We live the illusion we call mind.

We seem to see things

but this is the brain talking to itself

all the time

Crazy monkeys who talk to ourselves.

 

We dream of better things

But our dreams lack imagination

They fire in chemical sweeps from overstimulated neurons.

We live in a bounded universe

Up, Down, left, right, forward and back

Stop and Go

All bounded by these boundaries we call time

 

And what do we know of time?

That one day it collapses

Suspended in dust?

All it's particles an illusion

What seemed solid, magnified by the mind

Collapse and shrink into a darkened "not"

No possessions left, just a puff, a nothingness.

 

And what do we know of time?

We express sequences,

but do we know them?

The serpentine crimes of travelling time

Chronons might travel backwards, but we would never know it.

For us we experience time travel only one way.

With inevitable death waiting.

And Death?

One day he was among us

Now he is not.

That is all we know...

and the certainty that one day

others will experience each of us passing that way

though we will not.

 

I won't feel anymore

I am already numb

The reality of the moment

makes me feel dumb

I have nothing more to say

 

Nothing to say

Nothing can cushion

this ultimate illusion

this destroyer of delusion

when all the myths collapse

Into speculative megillahs

furies fall to dust

and hope is finally gone.

But so is fear

 

A chasm below

Is there a heaven above?

In our imagination, yes;

We can move up, down, forward, back, left right

Forever in endless circles

and we can experience endless pain and suffering

We are circling around a hole in time

Certainly heaven can be somewhere in there, with hell

in that whirlwind singularity called the end.

Christopher H. Holte written 2005