OBSERVATION 018
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.
There are eighty-one worlds.
Going inward, the fine differences vanish first.
The coarse ones last to the end.
The innermost is left empty.
It was not forgotten.
What contains everything is not one of the things it contains.
The three arms stay separate to the end because they have not yet arrived.
The arrived figure is outside this picture.
What is outside cannot be drawn, so only the direction of the arms is drawn.
Fingerprint of this equation
sha256:c7ad0441f2a1e6f1a3595fe439d29c05e14bc7b3ddb1ad3d0f8683b3a7bd4e8a
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.