Relentless Zoom

Extreme regularity comforts his daily/weekly/yearly round. The very blinking of his eyes follows a constructed order. Habit is a tool of synchrony. Every move is both intentional and automatic. Every word both carries meaning and declares its place in a vast and abstract order, as above so below, with humankind in the middle. The structure of the sentence reflects the universe, reasserts the subject-verb-object paradigm that bounds and limits thought. Thinking of it freezes it in time. This moment is part of a plan, details continually emerging like Mandelbrot fractals, consistent to infinity, inexplicably symmetrical, the nagging thought of something else to do a relentless zoom. So the day unfolds, invisibly guided by Φ.