The poetry of everything is built with parallelism. Spectrums and sequences and universality matrices—rhymes through which existence is built. Tree branches echo river deltas echo lightning bolts echo blood vessels. Fibonacci in dandelions and snails again and again. One’s iris resembles a hurricane; a hurricane resembles a galaxy. Reality is a Book of Psalms, hymns where themes—not words—rhyme and repeat. And so, a reptile can be a dolphin, and the pattern used again so a mammal can be an ichthyosaur.