He was recursing down the road, and I asked him
"Tell me where are you going?" this he told me
Said, "I'm goin on down to my scaling limit,
gonna join in a flock and flow band.
Got to get back to the ground and set my info free
We are fractal dust, we are golden
We are caught in Chaos' bargain
And we got to get ourselves back into self-organized criticality
Well then can I synchronize beside you
I have come to lose the snogs
And I feel myself a cog in something turning
and maybe it's the time of non-linears
Yes and maybe it's the time of snowman
And I don't know who I am
but life is for recurring
We are fractal dust, we are golden
We emerged from Mandelbrot Snowman
and we got to get ourselves back to the cardioid garden
We are fractal dust, we are golden
We emerged* from Mandelbrot* Snowman*
and we got to get ourselves back to the cardioid garden
By the time we got to memestock*
We were half a million strong
and everywhere was a self-organized* criticality*
and I dreamed I saw the boundary planes riding chaos in the sky
Turning* into butterfly* effects* above our percolation.
We are fractal* dust, we are golden
(we are billion iters old Monte Carlo)
We are caught in Chaos' bargain*
And we got to get ourselves* back to the cardioid* garden
