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…
Set 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