Can life be a fractal?
Submitted by Altima on 2003-02-9 19:06:47, Sunday
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I've been thinking about fractals lately – recurring patterns in nature. The basis behind the idea of fractals is that no matter how closely or distantly you look at them, they look the same. Satillite photos of rivers cutting through the landscape still resemble tiny streams of water weaving around the dirt from a leaky hose. Clouds miles high still look like steams from a kettle. The branches of a tree are reflected by the veins of their leaves. Our bodies' circulatory system is reflects in all it's complexity by our bronchial tubes, our protein strands, even the maze of nerve endings in our brain. The constantly moving atoms in our body are reflected in the constantly moving orbs in our universe, planetary, galactic, universal. It's fun to imagine that maybe we're standing on an electron of an atom of a fingernail of a giant frog or something similarly mundane. Physicists have observed fractals on even the micrscopic level, the patterns ARE there. It makes me wonder where else we can see them. I looked to my daily life. I wake up, barely conscious each day with only vague memories of pulling myself together in the morning (birth?), I make a long stressfull commute to school (education?) and then I spend a majority of my day at school, toiling, of course (the working years?) then I go home and, in a sense, retire. I try to relax in the twilight hours of my day, and in my case, resist going to sleep for fear of something unpleasent (like another school day?) may be waiting for me when I wake up. Then again, that could be stretching it, but is this evidence of a divinity? Those who know me may be aware that though I've been a fairly devout Catholic most of my life, recently I've been having odd doubts, not because I really need proof, but because there's something missing in my heart (maybe my screwed up valve? Ha ha) that's holding me back. I want my faith to really really mean something, not just be agreeing with everyone else, or simply believing a faith just because I was born into it (If I was born Jewish or Muslim I'd be thinking the same thing, I hope). Maybe it just means that the deeper we look into space the deeper we look into ourselves, a truely wonderful place, but desolate... As I write this I'm starting to wonder why I'm posting this here of all places, probably because of the religious aspect rather than a BL one. There were other ideas I wanted to express as I composed this little thought Friday, walking home from school, but I've since forgotten it. Oh well. I've been quiet lately, but please, take that as a good sign. Firstly, when I post I want it to be well thought out and, well, meaningful to me. Secondly, when Woody Allen was asked why all of his stories were so depressing, he said "Because when I'm happy I have better things to do than write." I feel the same way. 2 years ago I was writing non-stop. Now I write less. Much less. The question... is that really a good thing? [Anonymizer] [NetHUSH] [Megaproxy] [subDIMENSION Anonymizit] [Linkbeat] [freeProxy] [@nonymouse] [BlackCode] |
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