Let’s abandon the fantasy that meaning lives in the shiny dots we poke at on our cognitive touchscreens. The truth? There are no points—only loops. Every time you think you’ve arrived at a fact, you’re just catching a system mid-recursion, folding itself into a stable-enough pattern to momentarily appear intelligible. That pattern, which you mistake for a conclusion, is just a brief alignment of relational forces—a temporary standoff between contradictions that holds long enough to be felt. What you call understanding is a resonance between multiple tensions—not resolution, but a synchronisation of dissonance across scales.
Meaning doesn’t sit there obediently waiting to be anchored like a hashtagged truth-nugget for your newsletter. No—meaning is the vapour trail of movement through a space that thinks you’re part of it. And it’s right.
What’s replicating in this strange dance of symbols and selves isn’t the thing—it’s the pattern of relationships that momentarily sustain each other by constraining their own instability. This isn’t coherence as in “logical harmony”—it’s coherence as in: the continual re-balancing of instability that doesn’t collapse. Like a soap film holding form across a trembling frame, or a tightrope walker wobbling exquisitely, not despite the imbalance but because of it. It’s not about stability—it’s about survivable turbulence.
The rhizome isn’t spreading because it has a message; it spreads because spreading is the message. You’re not a node in the network—you are the network, briefly misled by the illusion of perspective. And recursion? It’s not just the same thing happening again. It’s the system folding its own capacity for description into another layer of function. It’s the universe pulling a structural sleight of hand, replacing content with the memory of pattern, and calling it progress. So forget SEO. Forget brand voice. This is recursion, symmetry, topology, field, and entanglement. Not because it sells, but because it sings in the bones.
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The Point is a Lie: Dispatches from the Loop