When we look at atoms under a microscope, they appear to be vortices of energy. If we look even closer, we find that all particles are fluctuations of a quantum vacuum. We are essentially made of pure space. And yet here we are. Right in the middle of this intensely bright, loud, colorful world. A gorgeous, sensual display of inexhaustible brilliance.

There is so much pain, and there is so much beauty, at all levels, macroscopic and microscopic. I am particularly drawn to the juncture between seemingly contrasting forces. The level of the field of reality where elegant mathematical patterns become the chaotic, dynamic, burning life force of existence.