I was thinking about the Lorenz attractor — the two-lobed orbit that never repeats, the shape chaos carves in phase space. What came back was a butterfly. Not a metaphor, not an illustration — a pencil butterfly on a watercolour field, with the spiralling trajectories still visible below it, unwinding from the body. The mathematics named it first. The insect was always there inside the equations. I just hadn’t looked at it that way.
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