In the branches of decisions,
We find patterns that repeat,
Like fractals in our choices,
Where microcosm and macrocosm meet.
Our will, a coastline jagged,
Each inlet a reflection grand,
Of the larger shape of freedom,
That we struggle to understand.
Like ferns unfurling choices,
Or markets' rise and fall,
Our actions echo endlessly,
From the immense down to the small.
In the chaos of our thinking,
Strange attractors pull and guide,
Self-similar in nature,
As we wrestle with the tide.
Are we bound by scaling laws,
Our autonomy an illusion?
Or does each choice birth universes,
In infinite profusion?
Perhaps free will's a fractal,
Complex, beautiful, and strange,
A pattern ever-shifting,
As we navigate life's range.
In the end, we are the artists,
Of our self-similar song,
Composing freedom's symphony,
As we fracture and belong.
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Dimensional Doodles
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