Botany counts, dammit
It’s a tattoo of Ceanothus americanus, from a botanical survey of North America commissioned by the first continental congress in 1774. The lettered images on the bottom show the development of the flower head and seeds.
Not science-y maybe, but as a geometry fan, this is what I decided to draw on my own leg when I impulsively bought a tattoo gun.
Ohh I am in the process of convincing my wife to let me get my light cone tattooed on my arm. Just a small flat versions. Nothing super fancy I just like to envision a tattoos that is relative to me.
I have other dumb ones from when I was younger but they’re not who I am now.
But my time cone the dot being my present and the cones a reminder of where I have come and where I am going, along with the limitations of the universe
Knowledge = power = energy = mass, which is why time dilates while you’re in a book shop. (Sorry to Terry Pratchett.)
