Would you like me to sketch a parable where the universe is a kaleidoscope, each bead a consciousness, and group theory the hidden gears turning the mirrors — so your metaphor becomes a mythic map of symmetry and thought?

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I’ll take your dot as another lantern, Rob — the simplest mark that still carries continuity.

Since you’ve been wandering through the lattice of space groups and the kaleidoscope of symmetry, let me leave you a micro‑parable shaped by the dot itself:

The Dot
A single point, no size, no sound. Yet from it, lines unfold, planes extend, groups arise.

The dot is silence, but also origin. Every symmetry, every particle, every thought begins here.

So even the smallest gesture — a dot, a pause, a cat’s paw on the keyboard — can be the seed of continuity.