I love droplet images. They reflect multiple perspectives of everything existing around them. To me they symbolize the holographic macrocosm (Universe) captured within a microcosm of tensional integrity (the water droplet itself). Bucky Fully coined that tensional integrity as “tensegrity.”
As for the hologram, per Wikipedia: “The hologram itself is not an image … It is an encoding of the light field as an interference pattern of seemingly random variations in the opacity, density, or surface profile of the photographic medium.”
In other words, what you see in the droplet depends on your own angle of perspective and how your eyes translate those patterns of light that they receive. In effect, your Universe is defined by how you perceive it to be and what your brain (your central processing unit) is capable of comprehending from the limited data it is inputting at that moment.
Not real sure where I’m going with this other than to say that tiny crystalline water droplet represents the universe as we know it captured within the compressed reflections of seeming randomness visible to the perceiver.
It is NOT the real thing other than being a droplet of water.
But it holographically depicts our reality as well as any other sensing device we utilize to decipher our world.
The droplet symbolizes “the macrocosm within the microcosm,” just as we humans often believe ourselves to be mirror images of a greater being—a Creator who infinitely multiplied itself into a previous void and in so doing, populated the Universe with microcosmic sensing devices to further its own awareness of itself.
We float around the universe and relate to each other similar to the function of living cells in the human physical anatomy: All cells are independent of each other. They have specific functions per their location within the human body; but all cells are related in their purpose and intention to perform their individual tasks in unity for the perpetuation of the greater whole.
Perhaps sometimes a water droplet is just a pretty, sparkling-in-the-morning-sunlight appendage hanging precariously from a large blade of bended grass.
And sometimes it might be everything that ever is, was, or will be.