Our Eigen World

I keep thinking at the core of things that nature keeps on performing the same operation; iterating ad infinitum. What comes of it? . . . our eigen world, like a power series iteration caused by some mysterious world operator? What could that operator be? Upon what manifold does it operate? What subtle non-linearity allows it to interact with itself rather than passing through itself? So many questions! Are these questions even relevant? Time for bed . . . that much is certain!