It looks like a drop of blue, green and white essence exploding and suddenly frozen at once in a moment of natural logic, a fractal moment of nature exposed and becoming conscious through the human eye staring down from above.
This vision of nature is of its geometric rigidity. Or is that fluidity? Such a vision infused early modern thinkers to imagine a much more powerful language than the merely human, a more perfect and fundamental intentionality exhibited in the way nature appears. It is then this presence of the flower enjoyed and contemplated by the human observer that allows the moment an investment in meaning and definition. The vision of the flower then is able to become such things as a symbol of love or a message from the gods.
If the Sea Holly flower is a message from the gods, it says: logic, fractal logic that for some imparts through the vision a tinge of joy and aesthetic pleasure. But times past and even now, to those so mystically inclined, the bushes and the trees and the flowers speak! They speak in a fractal language that seems to relay a message, however undecipherable. Of course, to entertain that thought is like Alice down the rabbit hole. Such speculation by a species that still howls at the moon easily becomes the stuff that myths and metaphysical speculations are made of.
Today we have both Blue and White Sea Holly. Supplies are limited.