“Look at something for a long time and find something dramatically new.” -Benoit Mandelbrot Tree. Symmetry speaks in never- ending patterns, teaching branches to spread upward, reach for sky and sun from roots drilled wide and deep, both above and beneath voicing a template of what humans may become. Fern. Voiced awe of tiny off-shoots that splay out to enunciate the fuller fronds’ complexity, order and beauty of repetition conversed in the chaos of conformity. Feather. Freedom of flight whispered in hollow shafts and contoured vanes that replicate themselves in smaller and smaller barbs and hooks, asserting feathers within feathers, modeling, pronouncing the mystery of life itself. Our very lungs. Bronchial tubes ramified like profusions of fingers, fractals expressing the thumbprint of God, sounding the human wonder of Incarnation— Christ born as we are so that we may become as He is.