OK, I'm going to try to enter this room again. I've been avoiding this place because I get scared and lost, and every time I think I've found something of value, it disappears before I can focus on it.

I call this Fractals, and I've been trying to sleep, but it's occured to me that an attempt to describe the image that won't let me rest would be a good first go at what they call a "post" A fractal is basically an image of mathematics, it's what math looks like. The image only represents, but the mind can follow that which moves and creates and makes formal. And that which the mind follows burns and gives shape, but it burns without fire, in perhaps only the slow burning of decay. I was thinking about possibility, and how is it that the turning of the attention suffices to make the possible the actual. Perhaps a fractal is only that, a graphic representation of what Aristotle was talking about: before experience it exists as possibility, and the making makes it actual. It? Hmmm? A world without telos becomes a noun without action, an it without shape. I seek a conclusion in my dreams, I seek a beginning from a word and an image.