This is all part of what is meant to be because it is. Not everyone will get it because not everyone is supposed to get it. Everyone is on their own path and at the same time everyone is on the same path because we’re patterns: fractals of condensed physical matter in an observable universe within a metaphysical realm of mind’s perception of this universe. We’re all parts and pieces of fractals so much larger than us we cannot see and will never see. We’re reflections of each other inside fractals within fractals inside God’s Will of Creation of All these fractals. There’s fractals inside this and there’s fractals outside of this. There’s fractals as sight in the observable world and there’s fractals as inner depth perception of self, the subconscious world. There’s fractals of thought within fractals of vagueness, cunningly zooming downward with articulate swooping precision, like a hawk capturing a sparrow clean out of thin air. There’s fractals of language. Fractals of metaphor. Fractals of being. Fractals of essence. Fractals of communication. Fractals of modeling. Fractals of fractals within fractals throughout fractals amidst fractals from fractals. This is for everyone. And this is for myself. This is from myself and this is from everyone. This is the realm of language, initiative, council, wisdom, purpose, principal, personal character. This is a stage. This is a movie. It plays before my eyes and, yet, I create it before my own eyes to share with the eyes of subjective personhood through the description of linguistic awareness quantumfied through one human being.