Fractals

Posted on by Reena Saxena

Fascinated by the snowflake that landed on her glove, she decides to venture out of the room.

She takes out her magnifying glass to see the intricate pattern where each branch of the snowflake had smaller branches that looked similar to the whole. She wonders if this is for real, and how far this detail goes, all the while wishing she had a microscope.

Yes, she lacked microscopic vision when she failed to see the web of evil woven around her, and she had been foolish enough to trust bits of the same species.

As the snowflake melts on the warmth of her hand, she feels a surge of hope inside her. Goodness can also grow in the same way, and she will stay in this place to contribute her mite to it.

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18 thoughts on “Fractals”

  6. It’s a choice we all have, despite (or, perhaps as a part of) the emotional dichotomy of positive and negative.
    Ironically, the choice itself is not momentous, it only becomes such when we stay with one (or the other)
    interesting Six

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    1. You remind me of Viktor Frankl’s quote – “Between every stimulus and response, there is a pause.”

      Many people would like to say their decisions were forced. But to accept somebody else’s decision is itself a decision. Not fighting back is a decision.

      Thanks for the engagement, Clark!

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