I feel I’ve never noticed how beautiful autumn is before! At home, it’s not so different from the other seasons–gray skies and rain. Here, we get enough rain that I don’t feel homesick, but we also get sun that sparkles the ground in gold light.
I’ve been watching the chipmunks and squirrels. We have so many now! More than were here in Mom’s day. They chase each other over the lawn.
One squirrel grabbed a twig and began doing gymnastics with it, and the more I laughed, the sillier he got!
Since Shannon and I reached our sort of understanding, I’ve been feeling peaceful. Settled. All my doubts and questions have dissipated, and I can concentrate more on my studies.
Funny thing is, I actually don’t need to concentrate on phys ed. It just comes naturally to me. So I’ve been reading the chapters in my art history book that I skipped last time. It’s fascinating stuff, and surprisingly, a lot of it seems to intersect with phys ed. For example, in art, the Fibonacci sequence forms the essence of Classical composition. And, in phys ed, we find this same sequence is repeated throughout the human body.
It’s fascinating to me! How is it that something can be at the core of both of these disciplines? And would I find it in music, too? (Answer: yes.) But what about technology?
I asked one of my dorm-mates, who’s a tech major and one of the biggest geeks I know.
“I live for Fibonacci!” He said.”It’s for recursion. It gives a base case then allows a program to make repeated calls to a method to solve the problem.”
“Do you think there’s something mystical about it?” I asked him. I’m starting to think there is.
“Oh, no!” He replied. “It is no more mystical than the human mind! It is something we invent. Outside of us, and our ceaseless quest for patterns, it doesn’t exist.”
I’m not so sure. I asked Kenyon about it. He didn’t know what the Fibonacci was, but as I explained that it’s a sequence that shows exponential growth over time, he thought for a bit, and then he said that, in the creation of the universe, exponential growth was essential.
“That’s what allows creation to flower,” he said. “You need the exponential. So, yeah. I think it’s, like, integral.”
I asked Melvin Moon.
“I use the Fibonacci all the time in computer graphics,” he said. He told me he even designs color palettes using the sequence.
“But what I’m getting at,” I asked him, “is whether it’s a human thing or more universal?”
“Does it matter?” he asked. “I mean, we’re part of the universe, right?”
Melvin and I played a game of hopscotch on a hopscotch court designed with galactic patterns.
Melvin said, “Let’s play Fibonacci hopscotch.”
We hopped once, once, twice, three times, five times, eight.
“I’m out of court!” Melvin yelled.
“Keep going!” I encouraged him.
It was the funnest game of hopscotch I’d ever played.
I watched the chipmunk run across the lawn. Of course! The Fibonacci sequence was first developed to predict the population growth of rabbits! It applies to little rodents, too. No wonder we have so many more here now than we did when Mom was here, when there was just one, then another one, then two, then three…
I looked at the pile of leaves that Kenyon had raked. The shape of the pile, the shape of each leaf, the gradation of color from one hue to the next, the various hues themselves. When I toss them, do they even fall in Fibonacci sequence?
Miracles repeat–within us, without. Is it any wonder that we fall in love when the very universe is designed in mystery?