Recursive, thinks I.....I think...thought...until the possibilities inherent within a grain of sand blinds the inputs, bringing each to a Boolean NAND. The fractal is infinite and the future so bright, we need to wear shades as we jack into the altar of alternatives.
Mandlebrot-Heart, Fractal Communion...
ReplyDeleteSet the engines to warp-drive and feel the electricity from the neurapses fire the pineal-gland to the Nirvana Zen of the soul..
so very clever brother
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