Oh her blog, S. (not S) posts this quote from T.S. Eliot:

Autumn on this desert shore
sputters and drifts, stutters and stammers
skipping/scratching/scuffing/grooving
and it’s DJ G O D in da house, muthafucka

in that space unrecognizable,
scotomata perforating your visual fields
the mind fills in the gaps
elides the ragged, raging ends of
punctured, gaping reality
all is well with the world
as far your aching mind is concerned
ignore something long enough and
trust me
it will eventually go away
and all bleeding stops eventually

Something about taking thoughts/thought systems/memes and analyzing them as discrete particles—have you not created a new mind pattern, less exact than what you are describing, like what a mirror does, specifically, a pair of mirrors facing each other, or like loss compression algorithms.