Everything seems fractal. Patterns repeating inside patterns. Galaxies shaped like neurons. Neurons shaped like galaxies. A black hole devours light, and when humans die, we speak of going toward the light. Physics says a black hole is not a void, but a boundary of transformation. Information isn’t destroyed—only rewritten. Some cosmologists have hypothesized that our universe could exist inside a black hole of a larger cosmos. Not proven. But mathematically… not impossible. If reality is self-similar across scales, then birth and death, stars and minds, collapse and creation may be the same motion— seen from different distances. A self-moving, self-repeating pattern. The universe learning its own shape. Science asks how. Metaphysics asks why. Fractals answer: both
rewired minds
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Is there a chance we can survive this?
Final destination
Goodbye and see you on the other side
symphony of sorrowful songs (and pictures)
It doesn't matter who you are
Best wishes and a lot of new worlds to discover in the future
when you know, then you know
You really don't know what they want?
It’s getting better. Not clean. Not perfect. Just better. Time softens the pain, but scars stay. Not as wounds, as proof. Healing isn’t erasing. It’s living forward with the marks
We don’t really have a choice. The world is built to make you eat — or be eaten
Feeling thin, like a sheet of bleached paper
I have doubts about the modern world. About the lack of meaning. About greed. I was born in a village. I drank warm milk straight from the cow. Now I buy food wrapped in plastic, flavored with pesticides from a German shop. Somewhere along the way, we gained convenience and lost proximity. We know everything about prices and almost nothing about origins. This isn’t nostalgia. It’s a quiet unease, a feeling that distance has replaced responsibility, and efficiency has replaced care. I’m still trying to understand what progress is supposed to mean
Almost three years of posting every day. Everything done by me - from the images to the words Much of what I share lives in darker places: death, weight, things that are hard to carry. It’s easy to forget that light exists too I’ll keep posting. I just need to slow down, breathe, and remember the light. To have some distance. To hope for the shine
not much to say
everything is mental, simple what is in your mind
between worlds
they are always watching
a lot of stress
she is waiting
to the peak!
there are things we cannot see, worlds we cannot enter
Where are we?
from the darkness, I was born
my sanctuary
Maybe I am falling into dust, but I don’t mind - just a tear on my cheek
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we need to go back! there is no need to rush. stop and breath. find the path