OBSERVATION 017
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.
The points are only ever on the road.
Eleven petals, traced in one stroke, returning to where it set out.
The centre and each of the tips are bright.
Nothing has pooled there.
Where the road narrows, the same number of points pass through a narrower place.
The time spent is the same everywhere.
Stop the motion and this picture has nothing in it.
The road remains, but the road does not shine.
Fingerprint of this equation
sha256:2614d42274a59d47b1aa11ad8790fbf157aee369c53435d03c4d36e317ea8179
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.