A fractal is almost infinitely complex. I love fractals, so I put them everywhere.” “Looks like a mess to me,” muttered Mack under his breath. Sarayu stopped and turned to Mack, her face glorious. “Mack! Thank you! What a wonderful compliment!” She looked around at the garden. “That is exactly what this is—a mess. But,” she looked back at Mack and beamed, “it’s still a fractal, too.”
