Reality unfolds itself in fractals, thereby disclosing to us its fractal nature. Fractals: Self-similar patterns iterating on all scales, from the sub-atomic to the cosmic, from the smallest spirit to the greatest: In the shapes of rivers and mountains and trees; in the way that neurons connect with each other in our brains to the way that the galaxies distribute themselves throughout the cosmos; and what our hearts whisper in their secret depths, the heavens echo in their grandeur: Patterns within patterns, and messages within messages.

Fractal rivers.
Fractal rivers.
Fractal trees.
Fractal trees.

What will you do, Jannes and Jambres, when those who weep now because of you, turn to their Creator and pray: “Lord, return these tears to their origin; I can’t cry them anymore”? What will you do on that day, when you are the ones who are weeping in a dry and barren land, thirsting for the milk of human kindness, and you are handed the bottle in which the Creator has collected all those tears?

Fractal mountains.
Fractal mountains.

What will you do, when those who weep finally let slip from their hands the tattered bandages with which they have bound and unbound their wounds over the years, over and over? You never did try to understand justice, and you opposed mercy from the beginning. How will it be for you, when justice finally becomes incomprehensible to you, and the act of mercy slips from your fingers and beyond your reach?

Fractal distribution of galaxies.
Fractal distribution of galaxies.

How will it be for you, echthroi, who treat the innocent as enemies, when you alone among all creatures are known as enemies of Creation? That day comes, the new Springtime, and this blog gives you warning that the heart of Reality protects the green shoots and the new blades of grass.

Fractal reality.
Fractal Spring.
Advertisements