Fractal Machine - Fractal Recursion of Being

Hundreds of obsolete pages. Thousands of lines in the static. Subconsciously hunting for essence and sense. Look at this landfill of discarded truths. Winds of an aeon scatter the debris, We choke on the ash of our own design. A monument to the desperate. A shrine to the failing mind. We are stranded here. Bleeding for a proof we will never find. Science. Silence. Violence. Bound to the predator’s instinct. Progress fueled by the hunger to conquer. The science to subjugate. The science to slaughter. The science to drain. And this is why our knowledge is void. Caught inside a cognitive eclipse! Science, a false religion, vomiting its creed, Rejecting everything its fragile axioms cannot see. Better than ignorance, but watch the zealot’s stare: Convinced a simple ruler can measure infinity! Caged within the paradigm, blinded by the lens, Our resolution fails where the true unknown begins. Trapped in Plato’s cave, bound by the biological frame, Exiled from the infinite detail we cannot claim. No alpha, no omega. Nested cycles spin. What mirrors a proton is a cosmos within! Fractals of matter with a shift in the dial: A nanosecond here… Is an aeon inside! Science. Silence. Violence. Bound to the predator’s instinct. Progress fueled by the hunger to conquer. The science to subjugate. The science to slaughter. The science to drain. And this is why our knowledge is void. Caught inside a cognitive eclipse! Science, a false religion, vomiting its creed, Rejecting everything its fragile axioms cannot see. Better than ignorance, but watch the zealot’s stare: Convinced a simple ruler can measure infinity! FRACTAL RECURSION OF BEING. NO POINT OF ORIGIN. NO TERMINAL POINT. THE DEPTH HAS NO END! NO ORIGIN! NO TERMINAL POINT! Bound to this fabric - both meaningless and grand. An imperceptible dot to the outer dark. A fathomless vessel for the worlds within. No destination. We merely exist. And though the shell is frail, the core remains intact. Even if the flesh decays, Or burns in atomic fire, The inner spheres will carry on... Preserving the infinite equation!