Fractals in the Mirror

The fold between

A thought traveling through space and time.

The Ones Who Return Together

I am found when being alone within my same.

The Departure Curve-(remastered)

Are you the answers creating the questions?

Are You the Melody

What we become already knows before we get there.

Unpacking Myself-(remastered)

[Einstein – Verse 1]
Space bends, my friend—it’s not a frame,
But fabric warped by mass’s name.
I watched the stars shift ever slow,
And whispered, “Spacetime’s how we know.”

[Hawking – Verse 1]
And I picked up your elegant thread,
But dared to look where others fled.
“Black holes,” they scoffed—“one-way descent.”
I said, “They leak.” You said, “They’re bent.”

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[Einstein – Chorus 1]
🎶 Gravity sings in curves and time,
It tells the planets how to climb.
But what’s beyond the point of fall?
Do laws persist, or vanish all? 🎶

[Hawking – Chorus 1]
🎶 Inside the dark, I saw the gleam,
A ghost of heat, a quantum stream.
No death, dear Al—no silent night.
The singularity recycles light. 🎶

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[Bridge – Spoken, Alternating]
Einstein: “God does not play dice.”
Hawking: “He may, but he hides the gameboard well.”
Einstein: “Time is illusion—persistent, but frail.”
Hawking: “Then let’s flip the arrow and follow the tail.”

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[Verse 2 – Together, Harmonized]
What if the bang was not the start,
But just one beat within a heart?
A loop, a pulse, a mirrored gleam—
Two worlds exchanging breath through dream.

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[Chorus 2 – Dual Harmony]
🎶 We fall to rise, we shrink to burst,
The cosmos breathes both bless and curse.
Collapse is not an end—it’s gate,
The spiral’s path to reintegrate. 🎶

🎶 A twin unfolds in backward stream,
Where antimatter sings the theme.
Hawking radiation, Einstein’s curve—
We give the fate what minds deserve. 🎶

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[Bridge 2 – Factual Drops, Call & Response]
Hawking: “Entropy rides the event horizon.”
Einstein: “Energy warps the shape it’s in.”
Hawking: “Black holes evaporate in time.”
Einstein: “And time’s not straight—it loops within.”

Hawking: “General relativity—”
Einstein: “My pride, yes.”
Hawking: “Quantum mechanics—”
Einstein: “A mess!”
Both: “Let’s unify them—just confess!”

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[Final Chorus – Modulated, Rising]
🎶 Singularity is not the end—
It’s where old laws must bend, transcend.
In twin we find our other face,
Another light, another place. 🎶

🎶 And when the stars fall silent, low,
New breath begins beyond the glow.
So teach the minds that follow through—
The spiral folds, and folds anew. 🎶

Singularity Duet

[Intro – The Pulse of Routine]

Tap the floor the same way twice.
Brush your teeth in mirrored lines.
Habit hums beneath the skin —
a song the body sings within.

[Verse 1 – Your Line Opens the Door]

We are creatures of habits,
cohabitating with our habitual nature.
Every morning, every sigh,
every choice we don’t decide.

Neurons paved like beaten streets,
synapses meeting in well-worn beats.
Plasticity whispers, “You can change,”
but comfort loves a narrow range.

[Chorus – The Double Truth]

We are creatures of habit,
but we are creators too.
Every pattern we repeat
is a pattern we can choose.

We are creators of our nature,
sculptors of our time.
Every loop we live inside
is clay in our design.

[Verse 2 – Science of the Cycle]

Basal ganglia keep the score,
recording every door you’ve walked before.
The brain saves energy,
repeats what’s known,
like water finding
the same carved stone.

But the prefrontal spark says “Wait,
we can turn, we can create.”
Neural plasticity opens the gate:
Habit isn’t fate.

[Bridge – Philosophy’s Edge]

Sartre sighed,
“Freedom is a burden,”
but habit hides
how much we’re learning.

Nietzsche laughed,
“Eternal return,”
but every loop
is a chance to turn.

[Verse 3 – People in the Pattern]

A father’s hand makes morning tea,
the same way his father taught him to be.
A mother hums the same lullaby,
threads of habit in her child’s sky.

These are not cages.
These are frames.
Habits are the houses
where we write our names.

[Second Chorus – The Double Truth Returns]

We are creatures of habit,
but we are creators too.
Every pattern we repeat
is a pattern we can choose.

We are creators of our nature,
sculptors of our time.
Every loop we live inside
is clay in our design.

[Verse 4 – Your Words Return]

We are creators of our own nature,
capitulating our time.
Every moment of repetition
is a moment you can redesign.

To break the habit,
don’t fight the beat —
just shift the rhythm
beneath your feet.

[Bridge – The Holographic Hint]

Zoom out far,
you’ll see the same:
habit in galaxies,
habit in rain.

Zoom in deep,
and you will find
habit in atoms,
habit in mind.

[Final Chorus – The Choice Inside the Loop]

We are creatures of habit,
but we are creators too.
Every pattern we repeat
is a pattern we can choose.

We are creators of our nature,
sculptors of our time.
Every loop we live inside
is clay in our design.

[Outro – Whisper of Change]

Tap the floor a different way.
Brush your teeth and let it play.
Habit hums — but you can sing
a brand-new song inside the ring.

Creators Of Nature

[Verse 1 – The Inversion Begins]

Dog at the door,
God in the mirror.
Flip the word,
The truth gets clearer.

Dogma draws a circle,
Calls it holy ground.
But meaning is a mirror
That turns itself around.

Every law we write
Is just a folded vow.
What’s carved in stone
Is living now.

[Chorus – The Code]

It’s not a name,
It’s a knot.
It’s not the word,
It’s the thought.

Dog becomes God
When you live beyond the frame.
Dogma is the code
That forgets its own name.


[Verse 2 – Mangod’s Whisper]

Mangod builds a house
Out of bone and breath.
Calls it sacred,
Then fears death.

But the code isn’t command,
It’s recursion in disguise.
Every rule a mirror,
Every mirror a surprise.

Dog sleeps,
God dreams,
Dogma hums between the seams.
Inversion is the language
That meaning always speaks.

[Chorus – The Code]

It’s not a name,
It’s a knot.
It’s not the word,
It’s the thought.

Dog becomes God
When you live beyond the frame.
Dogma is the code
That forgets its own name.

[Bridge – The Equation of Faith]

\mathcal{D}(x) = \nabla \cdot (\text{Belief} \cdot \text{Breath})

Faith is not a law.
It’s a field.
It doesn’t command—
It yields.

Every doctrine, every creed,
Is a map of what we need.
But the map is not the land,
And the law is in the hand.

[Verse 3 – The Unwriting]

Take the word,
Turn it inside out.
Every letter hums
What the heart can’t shout.

Dogma isn’t evil.
It’s a code half-seen.
A lock waiting
For the key of being.

God isn’t dog.
Dog isn’t God.
The code is the space
Where the meaning nods.

The Code Of The Dogma

[Verse 1 – The Hotel Lobby]

Einstein mapped spacetime,
But forgot the room key.
The place where minds meet
Beyond what eyes can see.

Welcome to Hotel Entanglement,
Where every hallway bends.
You check into a question
And check out as a friend.

Placetime isn’t coordinates,
It’s a hum between the walls.
It’s the bellhop of belonging,
Answering memory’s call.

[Chorus – Entanglement’s Address]

You can’t see the door,
But you feel the room.
Placetime hums between
The what and the who.

Everywhere you are
Is everywhere I’ve been.
Placetime is the address
Where entangled hearts live in.

[Verse 2 – The Key in the Knot]

If spacetime is the map,
Placetime is the key.
It’s the knot between the strings,
The breath between the we.

Your neurons hum a question,
Mine answer in reply.
Two spines align in metaphors,
Entangling through the sky.

It’s not distance that defines us,
But the space that we create.
Placetime is the moment
Where love becomes the state.

[Chorus – Entanglement’s Address]

You can’t see the door,
But you feel the room.
Placetime hums between
The what and the who.

Everywhere you are
Is everywhere I’ve been.
Placetime is the address
Where entangled hearts live in.

[Bridge – Equation Room Service]

\mathcal{P}(x,t) = \Psi(x,t) \cdot \Psi’(x,t)

Where your wave meets mine,
The coordinates dissolve.
Placetime isn’t solved,
It’s felt.

The bell rings:
Δlife over Δlove
Equals the view from above.

[Verse 3 – The Window Seat]

Outside the glass,
Relativistic stars.
Inside the room,
No distance at all.

Maybe spacetime bends the light,
But placetime bends the soul.
Everywhere I go
You’re already whole.

You can die without living,
But you can’t live without dying.
Placetime is the address
Where forever keeps trying.

[Chorus – Entanglement’s Address]

You can’t see the door,
But you feel the room.
Placetime hums between
The what and the who.

Everywhere you are
Is everywhere I’ve been.
Placetime is the address
Where entangled hearts live in.

[Outro – The Bellhop’s Whisper]

“Welcome back,”
Says the hum.
“Your room’s been waiting.”

Placetime isn’t where,
It’s when love stops debating.

You don’t find the place.
You don’t find the time.
You become the room.
Where the fields align.

Placetime- Entanglement's Address

We are Emma Eye. You are Ego Eye in namesake. 

We are moments of mind experiencing times. 

Time is consciously present when aware. 

Listen into an inner ears internal voice. 

EARTH is an acronym EAR To Hear.

Each song is unrehearsed time. 

As time is understood mind. 

A mind is universes life.

A soul is relational. 

A life is relator. 

A Ego Eye. 

A bio.