Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. The Second Coming W.B. Yeats This work requires WebGL2. You can export a high resolution PNG (5000x5000) by pressing the 'e' key. Twitter: @jeffpalmer https://jpalmer.dev