inner dialogue

sometimes
when i sit beneath that autumnal sun
when it’s photons strike my skin with their speed
so cosmologically significant and so entropic yet calculated

i think about
the fact that we exist is a chance never before seen
like tetratial growth every step we take,
a factorial of every action we think of making

that the trees, unmoving are as complex a thing as anything ever could be
the elementary particles that make it all up are ineffable in nature to us
in scale, in number

and that yet it is beautiful that we try
to understand the patterns
in the unending chaos that is

the everything
the nothing
and yet all things

that we exist inside of

and i speak these words in repeating rows of eights
through the photons running through the copper like busy traffic
to the liquid crystals that shine like miniature lightbulbs

the world is a series of fractals contained within arbitrary bounds
there is chaos all the way down and it is fucking beautiful

it doesn’t need to be simplified
it looses it’s beauty that way
take things as they are not as they appear
and don't give yourself up
to the attractive nature of the simple problem-solver