Nothing sure, nothing determinate,
All is fluid, all is in motion,
A strange, intricate picture.
There, when we divine a flower,
After a moment it is’nt nothing,
Illusion and puzzle it’s all…
But in a heart of the chaos,
A single immobile point,
It exist a very little pit,
Where is programming with care
A special law’s code
(With a Big Master in programming
And in Universal Laws).
Thence, from the navel of the Chaos,
Will unwrap it’s wonderfull petal
The flower with the name “Divine Symmetry”
And will ripen it’s fruit -
Than the name is “Universal Formation”
The translation of Natalia Bajureanu