The only way I can truly view the beauty of life is through fractals. When we speak of everything being connected in some way, we are referring to fractals. Fractals contain the cosmic formula of design which by their sheer existence remind us that nothing is a mistake. Only our conditioned habit of judgment creates distortions in what is simply a fragment of the whole, no greater nor less than the sum of its parts.
This is as true for the vein design in the leaf of a flower as for the one found in my arm. Like an acorn that transforms into a huge oak tree or an inspired thought which takes the tree and builds a sailboat, the process is part of the same formula of infinite possibilities of design. Even the action of breathing brings forth constant replication of inward and outward motion, multiplied millions of times through the fractal transformation of the human body from infant to elder.
How amazing is the fact that the trillions of cells currently in our body are not the ones we had when we were teenagers. Change is the only constant. We see the design in the change of the seasons, in the shifting of the continents and in the flutter of the butterfly wings adding to the air current transforming into a tropical storm.
It is the same with our emotions, our choices, our relationships. They ebb and flow through the patterns of behavior we design consciously and unconsciously. We feel the rhythm of the design in our music and even taste it in our meals. When our entire being responds to the voice singing the lyrics written from the depths of our soul, it is the beauty of the fractals that manifests itself from without to within and back.