The common set of logarithmically increasing equations employed daily between our senses to move our container from the bed to outside of it, is proof of our animal nature but also of our unique capacity for background processing. The improvisational math of the sleeping brain, unbound from strictly functional calculations, is still partially engaged here. Out somewhere past the waking life equations is the reflection of existence in randomness, measurable like a swarm of birds viewed from afar. 

The quanta accumulate discreetly. We guide ourselves toward another destination, forecasting potential events based on what we assume is available evidence. Accessible randomly as needs present, our data is ever present. What then? Have we no more imagination than to build machines that are like us? Who then will offer differing opinions? In eschewing traditional solutions, we are presented with more variables and potential conclusions. 

Disentangle from the functional responsibly. Results in real world experiments should often be left indeterminate when augmentation could endanger, though that is determined at the user level. Consider the superposition and act as compiler reading the whole and generating intermediate code leading to low level steps if interested.

Rejection is borne of neglect for consideration of the possible. Use caution when relying on deferred external computation devices, these prosthetic processors that sing strictly to the script. If you do not look up from the app, you will miss the bird, it is a mimicry of desire. There is a window and a mirror, be careful not to confuse the two otherwise the learning is halted. When the learning is static, the possible confined, our computations binary and bound to strict meters, we miss the murmuration of our own destinies in all their predictable unpredictability.

It is okay to mimic the machine, to stare into the mirror, to rely on the clunky calculations of orbits and trajectories, otherwise our functionality is a gooey mess spilled out like a bucket of paint, so much potential if it had been applied correctly. But these habits should be gathered on a shelf of curiosities, housed in a cabinet, dancing in a wing of a museum which is first and foremost a collection of dreams in which we must walk in silence, letting these fractaling possibilities be our experiential vernacular.