We touch the fabric of life with our ingenuity again and again, creating fractals of experiential design. What is a fractal, but a repeated pattern? From a hawk eye's view, the fractal forms the most exquisite designs. I would go as far as to say that fractals are rituals of a system of being. They are rituals of design and innovation channeling themselves into form with intensity and a frequency that create a unique holistic form that can be recreated by performing the same exact ritual.
For the following exploration, let's be reductionistic and abstract for a moment and assume the presupposition that we each have our own unique possibilities of design-our own intricate pattern of creation.
I am willing to repeat myself, like some kind of forgetful rogue, that our actions are absorbed by matter. Dare I repeat myself again? In theory, and theory is observed, experiential, critical and reflective inquiry, our actions are absorbed by matter and matter records. We touch the fabric of life and we transform through the ritual of devotion. What are you devoted to? What have you persuaded yourself of? What moves you to action? How and through what channels within your psychological field are you filtering the activity of the world around you? What is your ritual of devotion?
I ask these questions because every answer you might give is an indication of the geometry of your life. Although life swells with innumerable surprises and mishaps, it is our responses that shape our soul. Whether you have no devotion and are chaotic and create asymmetrical masterpieces, or you have married particular illusions about your life or other's lives, or you have been set ablaze with the inspiration to do something that has fascinated you your entire life, you are performing sacred rituals of transformation. From the birthplace of your constant and unrelenting devotion, movement and inspired action develops into ritual-a pattern emerges from your transpirations like a wake of creative impulses, transforming the field of your lifeworld. If persistent, the wake builds to the height of waves reaching the shores of matter, contacting matter with conviction. The wave's frequency convinces the shorelines of matter to transform.
Again, what are you devoted to? What have you buried into the depths of your heart? What is the rhythmic force of your heart pounding? Is your heart pounding a song like a drummer, hammering the architecture of your imagination, or holding the sorrow of a friend in tender love and healing? What is your sacred ritual-what are the forces you have set in motion and are you excited to witness the pattern that emerges?
For the following exploration, let's be reductionistic and abstract for a moment and assume the presupposition that we each have our own unique possibilities of design-our own intricate pattern of creation.
I am willing to repeat myself, like some kind of forgetful rogue, that our actions are absorbed by matter. Dare I repeat myself again? In theory, and theory is observed, experiential, critical and reflective inquiry, our actions are absorbed by matter and matter records. We touch the fabric of life and we transform through the ritual of devotion. What are you devoted to? What have you persuaded yourself of? What moves you to action? How and through what channels within your psychological field are you filtering the activity of the world around you? What is your ritual of devotion?
I ask these questions because every answer you might give is an indication of the geometry of your life. Although life swells with innumerable surprises and mishaps, it is our responses that shape our soul. Whether you have no devotion and are chaotic and create asymmetrical masterpieces, or you have married particular illusions about your life or other's lives, or you have been set ablaze with the inspiration to do something that has fascinated you your entire life, you are performing sacred rituals of transformation. From the birthplace of your constant and unrelenting devotion, movement and inspired action develops into ritual-a pattern emerges from your transpirations like a wake of creative impulses, transforming the field of your lifeworld. If persistent, the wake builds to the height of waves reaching the shores of matter, contacting matter with conviction. The wave's frequency convinces the shorelines of matter to transform.
Again, what are you devoted to? What have you buried into the depths of your heart? What is the rhythmic force of your heart pounding? Is your heart pounding a song like a drummer, hammering the architecture of your imagination, or holding the sorrow of a friend in tender love and healing? What is your sacred ritual-what are the forces you have set in motion and are you excited to witness the pattern that emerges?
