The Holographic-Fractal-Nature of Reality is aptly named
‘Holofractographic Reality' - which indicates the whole of
creation is embedded in any part constituting it
The complete universe can be reassembled from any of
its innumerable particles, as thus a scientist turned poet
enthuses: a million universes exist within our own cells
We simultaneously exist within each cell and universe at
once; we are libraries of life's knowledge and information
within our own genetic cells
We can make holographic images of patterns swirling within
patterns, such as DNA, which is a perfect hologram as every
part of the body contains the genetic code -
Our genetic pattern, the ‘source-code', is embedded in every
single cell; being fractal, self-similar patterns infinitely repeat
in expanding and evolving symmetry;
A rhythmic music sung & danced eternally, growing in power
& sound as time goes by - & then I want to become a melodic
theme in Boccherini's Minuet…
[This is, of course, 'Holofractographically-expealidoscious' in the
song of 'Wholes being Holofractographically-i-interconnected'
sung by whales at beaching times when they blow bubbles on the
beach irritating people busy to eat at a barbecue on the dunes
while the wind provides the tunes - sighing in disgust at the mess
on the beach to be washed into the sea - and why not indeed,
sing with me: 'Holofractographically-expealidoscious as all the
wholes are being Holofractographically-i-in-terconnected - in a
celebration of existence']
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, course, it's Mary Poppins. I knew it was our Julie but my brain cells have been addled today by the unusual May heat! By the way how did you know, one of my favorite pieces of music that Minuet! All this and quantum mechanics. What a lot of gorgeous presents you've brought to the party but if you expect me to sing for my supper, you haven't heard me sing. Just give me the nod when you want the room cleared. A few of my sounds in search for a key will act like a scatter gun. Love the poem. Brilliant idea. Great execution. tom Billsborough