Wave dynamics.

It always feels like a new beginning when you are faced with the prospects of meeting a new person. The terse introductory phase is done away with in a matter of moments and before you notice there you are, finding yourself constructing an image, a history, an entire alternate reality out of whatever new consciousness is spilling into your limited existence. What can only be described as a bifurcation of what one perceives as the general scheme of a life undisturbed and perhaps even somewhat resigned at times presents itself in the form of strange attractors. A pendulum, when swung, despite its rabidity, and for all its rebellious undulations will always fall to rest on the same position, this is the point attractor, this is where the system converges, this is where, perhaps, symmetry may be resolved.
I've only known of one molecule in my entire life and all too many atoms, and it is perhaps for this reason that I feel inadequacy when two strangers meet and bend like curves on a fractal structure, the redolence is none other than the temptation to believe in the chaos of it all, the sensitivity of the initial conditions, a word spills like the atmosphere, a letter splits like an atom, causality empties itself for our sake like a savior.

The truth of the matter is, if you, kind spectator would be as generous as to forgive such a serious assertion, that as much as I'd like to say that these things no longer excite me, they do, quite terribly, they do.