OBSERVATION 006
Press the picture and the points thin out. There are four rungs —
forty thousand, six hundred, forty, one. The equation running underneath does not change.
Only the shape goes.
“Listen” is the same bundle of relations, thrown to the ear instead of the eye.
No sound was added; the same equation is put out through another sense.
Sixty-four circles, each tilted a little further than the last.
One of them is only a circle.
That alone makes a sphere.
The radius breathes slowly, but the number of circles and their tilts do not change.
What swells is not the sphere. It is the circles.
Each breathes on its own beat, so the layers slide past one another inside.
There are points that shine.
They are not shining. They are where circle crosses circle.
Any two great circles on a sphere must meet at two points.
That light cannot be avoided.
Fingerprint of this equation
sha256:f58c2b9982a9998c8542071215315f78eb856512e0daa6f2eef7bd2425f27ae8
Run at any time, by anyone, it appears in the same form.
No randomness, no clock, nothing from the environment.
The button above takes the equation out as it is. To count it again yourself:
pbpaste > f.txt && printf %s "$(cat f.txt)" | shasum -a 256
Take it and run it. No randomness and no clock are used, so the same creature appears on your screen too. The equation belongs to no one.