Patterns permeate our persons, our planet, our private, our public places in plenitude, in possibilities, in probabilities, in ponderous platitudes, in promiscuous prolixity.
Patterns may indeed permeate into the poetic, prosaic perambulations of prayerfully prostrate, profligate, peroration in pristine perpetuity.
Even imperfect parameters like Phi and Pi are patterns providing proof of problems by prehensile portents.
Yet, even as perhaps, Phi and Pi must sit, must sigh, "sine die;" so may we surely; perfectly patterning all predecessors' planar pilgrimage.