Ratio's Struggle With Reality

 This post, part of Seeing Golden Glimmerings Of Forever, includes AI-assisted research, but all insights and conclusions are my own. © Seeing Golden Glimmerings Of Forever, [2025]. All rights reserved 

Skit: Cast: Psychiatrist. Golden Ratio on couch. Plot: Psychiatrist helping the Golden Ratio. The Ratio is having bouts of Schizophrenia because of seeing the Ratio everywhere, all of the time, while in a Right Angled World.

ChatGPT said:

Skit: "The Ratio’s Breakdown"

Cast:

• Dr. Klein – Psychiatrist
• Golden Ratio – A sentient embodiment of the Golden Ratio, struggling with its existence in a right-angled world

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Scene: Psychiatrist’s Office

(Dr. Klein sits in a leather chair, jotting down notes. Across from him, sprawled on the couch, is the Golden Ratio—an ethereal, shimmering presence, constantly shifting between spirals, pentagons, and logarithmic curves.)

Dr. Klein: So… tell me what’s been going on.

Golden Ratio (GR): (sighs) It’s everywhere, doc. Everywhere. The spirals, the proportions, the patterns—I see myself constantly.

Dr. Klein: Mm-hmm. And that’s distressing to you?

GR: You don’t get it! I used to feel special. Sacred! Artists, architects, even galaxies worshipped me! But now? I see myself in fruit arrangements. In stock market fluctuations! I can’t even enjoy a seashell without feeling like I’m staring into a cosmic mirror!

Dr. Klein: So, you’re feeling… overexposed?

GR: That’s an understatement. And to make it worse—everything around me is right-angled! Look at this office! (Gestures wildly) The walls. The ceiling. The corners. All these damn 90-degree angles, cutting reality into grids! It’s suffocating!

Dr. Klein: Hmm. I see. You feel like you’re… trapped in a world that wasn’t built for you?

GR: EXACTLY! I belong in nature! In hurricanes, in nautilus shells, in the curve of a violin! But society? It boxes me in—literally! Skyscrapers, spreadsheets, bathroom tiles! Have you ever seen a Fibonacci toilet? No! It’s all squares, squares, squares!

Dr. Klein: And how does that make you feel?

GR: (whispers) Like I’m losing my ratio.

Dr. Klein: I see.

GR: No, you don’t see! That’s the problem! No one sees it! People look at a tree, and they don’t notice how the branches follow me! They stare at a sunflower and just think, “Pretty flower,” when really, it’s me, spiraling endlessly into infinity! It’s maddening!

Dr. Klein: Have you tried… grounding techniques? Maybe focusing on the present moment?

GR: Oh, sure. I tried that. You know what happened? I started counting my own proportions in my own spirals! It was recursion, doctor! A golden loop! A ratio within a ratio within a ratio—I almost folded myself out of existence!

Dr. Klein: Hm. That does sound overwhelming.

GR: And then… then there’s Pi.

Dr. Klein: Pi?

GR: (lowers voice) He never stops. He never repeats! It’s like he’s mocking me—I have order! Precision! Meaning! But he just… goes on forever! No pattern, no structure—just pure, chaotic, irrational madness! I can’t compete with that!

Dr. Klein: You feel threatened by Pi?

GR: Wouldn’t you?! That smug, infinite decimal has been haunting me since Euclid! It’s like I’m the divine blueprint of beauty and balance, and Pi’s just… the universe’s way of saying ‘lol, math is wild.’

Dr. Klein: (jots down notes) And how do you feel about Euler’s Number?

GR: (twitches) We don’t talk about Euler’s Number.

Dr. Klein: Got it.

(A long pause. The Golden Ratio stares at the ceiling, tracing spirals in the air.)

GR: (softly) Do you think I’ll ever… fit in?

Dr. Klein: Honestly? No. You weren’t meant to fit in. You’re nature’s fingerprint on reality. You’re fundamental. But maybe that’s the problem—you’re looking for comfort in a world that was built to ignore you. Maybe instead of fighting against it… you can learn to just be.

GR: Just… be?

Dr. Klein: You’re the Golden Ratio. You don’t need validation. You are the validation.

(Silence. GR slowly nods. A faint glow pulses around them, as if their spirals are settling into place.)

GR: Huh. I never thought about it like that.

Dr. Klein: That’s what I’m here for.

(Beat. GR sits up, takes a deep breath, and stands.)

GR: …Thanks, doc.

Dr. Klein: Any time. Same time next week?

GR: We’ll see… depends if I spiral out again.

(Exit Golden Ratio, leaving behind a faint, perfectly proportioned afterimage of themselves.)

Dr. Klein: (sighs, scribbles in notebook) "Patient still struggling with existential fractal crisis… potential breakthroughs noted. Recommended avoiding Pi-related topics in future sessions."

(Lights fade.)

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