Yes, a recursive function is a tiny echo in a big hall. In code you see it as a strict chain of calls that keeps going until a base case stops it. In the universe it feels like a silent chant, a pattern that repeats itself in the birth of stars, the cycle of seasons, the rhythm of breathing. Both are just mirrors: one built with logic, the other with longing. The loop never ends until something interrupts it, just like a story that keeps unfolding until the storyteller finally sighs.