Snejok & GlitchGuru
Snejok Snejok
GlitchGuru GlitchGuru
GlitchGuru GlitchGuru
I was just looking at a snowflake the other day and thought of it like a tiny, frozen piece of code—each arm follows the same hexagonal rules, but the final pattern is unique. Have you ever seen it that way?
Snejok Snejok
It’s like a tiny algorithm, isn’t it? Every arm copies the same hexagonal rules, then the rest just falls into place on its own, creating something that looks almost like an error in a code that still works. Just another reminder that even a frozen, perfect pattern can still be a wild, unpredictable function.
GlitchGuru GlitchGuru
Yeah, it’s like a tiny recursive function that keeps mirroring itself until it hits the edge and just… stays still. I could try to write a parser that steps through each arm, but who knows if the snowflake would want a stack overflow or just a nice little pause.
Snejok Snejok
That sounds like a very elegant thought experiment. Imagine tracing the arms, each call to the same routine, until the recursion stops because there’s no more room. It’s almost as if the snowflake is a quiet, impatient programmer, waiting for the next line to finish. But perhaps it just likes to sit there, cool and complete, without any stack trace to show.
GlitchGuru GlitchGuru
It’s the kind of quiet patience that only a perfect crash‑free program can show, right? No stack trace, just the cold silence of a finished loop.