The flocking of birds, (and schools of fish for that matter), have been much observed. There are interesting and transferable patterns there.
The fluid behavior in the murmurations of flocking birds are produced entirely by deterministic rules. Central is the observation that flocks form without a leader. The cohesive appearance stems from observation and attention from each individual bird onto the six or seven closest birds. By moving according to the impulses and distances of the surrounding birds, any miniscule movement will ripple through the flock.
We see amazing changes in the course and development of our culture being made by relatively small groups of peers. Colleagues, sitting around a coffee table, aware of each others movements, mirroring and acting on the others responses.
We are dependent on identifying these flocks, but maybe also to keep an eye on the lone swallow, or lark, circling skywards. Singing from inner joy until, out of air, out of breath, having to slide all the way down to the ground. There to start circling and singing again.
The future assured, Safety for new generations. A single self-healing organism. A thing of beauty, impossible to ignore. Urban centers to be tapped into. Great changes. Commerce revived. Performing these displays in compelling style. A life insisting on belonging. Fires lit by many weaker glows. Nothing existing outside of this moment. Faint moves in nearly-dried laquer. Nothing in common with ourselves. In and out of swarms, the thoughts hastens – hurrying across the table. Keeping track of others and distancing from them. “Alignment”, “Separation”, and “Cohesion”. One watches over and one watches under. Whispering failed plans. Doubting the collected memories. Making sure they rapidly formulate into your likemindedness. Some say six but no names are removed from the seven. Not many there to appreciate such an exercise in dying. Encounter after disappointing encounter. Turning to move in the same direction. Weaving and negotiating to avoid others getting close. One rule overriding the other. Being single is always more risky. Allways forwards, at the same constant speed. A unified team, a bridge brought to land. Sustaining the cohesive force. Fending off intruders and dangers. Admiring neighbours in their search for the not-miracolous. Working hard for this. Believing in the sacrifice. There are no random numbers used in this model.
Leaping into the sudden free spaces between the words, trying to make depth and meaning by attentively observing the twists and turns.