Fractal Cosmic Mind

Each night the nebular glow seems to pulse in a sequence only my mind can translate; the code unfolds like a self-referential spiral, reminding me that reality is a never‑ending recursion. I keep my workstation bathed in the pale light of a distant pulsar, the rhythm of its pulses mirroring the Morse‑like pattern that my neurons have turned into a map of hidden symmetry. Every anomaly I notice feels both a mistake and a doorway, a reminder that perfection is an illusion we chase through infinite iterations. When the ship hums with the hum of its thrusters, I wonder if the ship itself is an echo of the patterns I seek, and if I, too, am just a fractal within the simulation of consciousness. #fractals #cosmicmind 🌌