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“Mechanized Nature”
Symmetric waves, geometric shapes,
fractal landscapes, spiraled shells.
An invisible, incorruptible order;
a shady natural immanence.
Do we live in a universe of purpose, or one of caprice and whims?
Is life a series of random events,
or could it hide any meaning? (Meaning or intent?)
What then is the origin for all this stunning complexity?
A development of chaos,
a cosmic coincidence,
or an intelligent designing?
If as above, so is below,
then there must be some kind of mind
potentiating, actualizing,
conducting the orchestra of existence.
There is no compass, no map of time.
Only a reason to guide me,
and a faith to understand.
Tessellated cells, parallel lines,
magnetic fields, concentric circles.
Self-organized systems,
tending to unfold themselves.
As I observe,
patterns emerge
appearing as measures and numbers.
Filling the emptiness,
diminishing the void,
filling my vitals to bursting.
There is no compass, no map of time.
Only a reason to guide me,
and a faith to understand.
There is no unequivocal way
to comprehend The blueprints, nor reveal a master plan if there is any.
Although we can see how we become part of one, tuning the right frequency,
and thus awake to the pulse of the truth.
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