Everything in the system is a beautiful, rapid, coordinated, dance of directions.
There are straight lines, curved lines, even dotted ones.
They move, they oscillate, they carry themselves around.
Together, they harmonize and spark dissonances
They spiral around each other
They move.
They move and they move.
They move and they move and they move.
Imaginary dots, moving through imaginary lines, eventually accumulating, eventually coming together, eventually being abundant enough, concerted enough, pattern complex and rich in variety enough…
To become
The phenomenon we are experiencing here
Pixels
A mind
A story being read.