In the forest of thought, amidst the towering intellection woods, there exists a tree with bark of curiosity. It speaks in riddles, wrapped in vines of ponder and frosted with the dew of ancient wisdom.
"If time is a loop (T^2) and reality a branch with leaves(not)
"then in each tick of the cosmos,
a tree trunk grows in Fibonacci et al.
Is eternity divisible by destiny threads woven into bark today?"
Let the roots intertwine your memories with those of ephemeral moments th.write and often unwritten.