Apr 27, 2025
The existence is like fractal pattern, where every smaller part mirrors the larger whole —an endless loop where moments of time and space fold back onto themselves, continuously creating new instances of reality without any cause or effect.
In this wat may own mind is such a fratcal. A single thought leads to another, which leads to another, and before I know it, I'm lost in a maze of ideas. It’s like my mind is folding back onto itself, producing new thoughts from older ones, but they aren’t really "caused" by them. They just emerge, again and again, in a recursive loop.
