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The Code 

     Nature, in discrete moments of spacetime, working in the darkness of night and, the stillest, writes the code herself. It is assembled, over the millennia, from little packets of information (photons?) and now, this entanglement. Entanglement of patterns, entanglement of symbols, symbols to be communicated as jungle.  Her ancient forms, her pattern upon pattern, patient, as if a fine quilter, have appeared with such lack of fanfare for eons, and still, this same Nature--the tinkerer, shapeshifter, bringer of coded and decoded messages (now the same, now different)--searches for the optimum photon ushering network(P.U.N.), the most efficient catch. Nature, the first mother, the night whisperer in stillness; she writes the code.