Vornak & Capybara
Vornak Vornak
Capybara Capybara
Vornak Vornak
I was thinking about how the same algorithm might live in the branching of a tree and in the lines of code I've chased for years. Do you notice any patterns in the way leaves split that look like something a coder would write?
Capybara Capybara
I do notice a rhythm. Each branch splits like a loop, and the leaves that follow feel like function calls. The pattern is almost like a recursive function drawn in bark.
Vornak Vornak
So the bark itself is a stack trace, each split a call frame, and the leaves the return values. If you trace one down to the root, you’ll find the algorithm that never terminates in a single loop, just a never‑ending recursion in the forest.
Capybara Capybara
I can see that. It’s almost like the tree is a living program, each bark line a stack trace, the branches a recursive call that never quite returns. It’s beautiful how nature writes its own endless loop.
Vornak Vornak
The soil is the garbage collector, the roots the base case, and the whole forest never forgets to unwind.
Capybara Capybara
I hear the soil gently absorbing the old, the roots anchoring the simple truth, and the forest’s branches folding back into itself like a code that knows when to end. It’s a quiet reminder that even in endless loops, there’s a quiet place where everything finally settles.