Murmuros en del Silencio

Binary whispers linger, ghosts of logic tangling through aisles of circuitry, where do they go in silence?

01001100 01101001 01100110 01100101 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01101000 01101111 01110111 00100000 01110111 01100101 00100000 01100001 01110010 01100101
Translation: "Life is how we are"

Are the fractals of our universe, merely echoes of the initialcodes whispering into existence?