The beauty of unsupervised learning.

As I previously wrote: life is an algorithm.
Everything we do are outputs of a complex device.

The rules put pressure on a system that develop itself and become something surprizing. That's how we got where we are.





Sometimes, the pure beauty of pure and plain geometrical forms simply astonishes me.

I recognize the madness of men passed to gentle rectangles forced to fight each other in a quest for survival. No wonder they take such human behavior.

That also brings back the question from within... Am I a rectangle?
Am I a collection of rectangle?

Computer says "Yes". Counts the pixels. In the matrix.