In the beginning God created..… Genesis 1:1

Spirals are among the oldest shapes in nature, etched in the coils of seashells, the arms of hurricanes, the galaxies that scatter the cosmos. They follow logarithmic growth—ever-expanding yet never losing form. Always turning. Always advancing. A trace of intelligence, a geometry both ancient and deliberate.

Nowhere is this pattern more haunting than in the atmosphere of Jupiter. The Great Red Spot—a storm large enough to swallow Earth—has raged for centuries. It churns with immeasurable force—fed by inner heat, sculpted by unseen laws. Unlike Earth’s fleeting tempests, Jupiter’s storms endure. They do not vanish; they revolve. They do not falter; they persist.

Such constancy in motion makes Jupiter an emblem of order: One Eternal Round—ceaseless yet centered, constrained by divine principle but never diminished by it. A paradoxical state of unchanging progression.

Spirals in sunflowers whisper the same truth. Each head contains hundreds of florets arranged in twin spirals—one turning clockwise, the other counterclockwise. This pattern, called phyllotaxis, is not random but exquisitely calculated. The number of spirals in each direction is not the same; instead, they correspond to successive Fibonacci numbers: 34 and 55, or 55 and 89. Each new number is the sum of the two before it—1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13… The sequence approaches the golden ratio, whose angle—about 137.5°—governs the distance between florets. No light is wasted. No space is lost.

It is nature’s quiet solution to perfect packing.

From Jupiter to sunflowers,
the spiral is a testament of cosmic order.
It mirrors in nature the patterns of heaven,
and in motion the steadiness of God.