Fie!
I've developed an insatiable curiosity about phi, after I read about it as a supplementary plot gadget in a fabulous book. Phi is the so-called "golden ratio", derived from the Fibonacci sequence (1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21...), and allegedly...the most beautiful number in the universe. Like Pi, it's a proportion, and an irrational number, and its ubiquity is startling, astonishing. Divide the number of female bees by the number of male bees in any beehive in the world. Locate the cunningly-concealed spirals within nautilus shells, cauliflower, flower seeds, pine cones...and find the ratio of each spiral's diameter to the next. Measure the distance from your head to toe, and belly button to toe, and divide the former by the latter. Or divide your shoulder to your fingertips by your elbow to your fingertips. Or hip to floor divided by knee to floor. Curl your second finger into itself and look closely at the spiral it forms. Phi, phi, phi, phi. And phi, and phi. Phi.
There's so much more, but it's beyond the scope of a bleary post penned at quarter past two in the morning.
I will make one comment, though. I find it funny, in a kind of benignly ironic way, that it's in phi, a number of ultimate mathematical chaos, that we might find the distant whispers of ultimate divine order. From irrationality, rationality. From chaos, order.
I'm still an atheist, but an intrigued one.