Algorithms not yet written, silent tuning await from within these instruments, a song that has not been sung. Chaos is what allows the pages to turn towards order. May it be this is the chaos, all these patterns, symbols, symmetries, may it be order is the silence in-between the notes. The notes of our own existence as they rise and fall, as they are painted across the page. So sing from deep within the chords of your own heart, you will hear a truth, a truth that cannot be spoken, only expereinced from the algorithm within, the complex vertices of the heart. When you are ready to wake up, you will wake up.
– Josh Fleming
Image by: Michael Young