A dance of endless repetition, where chaos breeds beauty with each iteration. Patterns in nature, art, and math, revealing infinite complexity in a simple path.

I’m tiny, yet I carry weight, I’m all or none - a toggled state. Alone, I’m small, but grouped, I shine, The base of thought in every line.

I fix you with nothing, yet you feel repaired; I work best when I’m honestly misdeclared. Name me, and strangely, your symptoms may go; I heal by belief more than molecules know.

How much dirt is in a hole three feet long, three feet wide, and three feet deep?

The more of me that you take The more of me you’ll have left behind What am I?