Yeah, I notice them all the time, even when I’m just staring at a coffee mug. The spiral of the galaxy, the branching of a lightning bolt, the way a coastline folds—it’s like the universe is a giant math book with the same chapter printed over and over. I keep looking for the underlying equation, the single rule that explains all the variations. It’s beautiful, but sometimes I get so wrapped up in the patterns that I forget to ask what the meaning of the picture is. It’s a good balance, I guess.