To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour.
This poem is about fractals.
Similar patterns, from the shape of immense spiral galaxies.
And we see them around us everywhere, from the jagged shapes of lightning bolts to the rough, ragged edges of coastlines. But fractals are not just outside of us.
And from this simple equation, this unlocked the mysteries of these complex shapes.
I’m a living, breathing fractal, and so are you.
