Whose Splat Is That?

A little while back, I posted an ink splat. The following is kind of a response to my mom's comment, "So whose splat is it?".

I merely let loose the drop of ink
Conscious, calculated
A quick subtle flick of the wrist.

The drop fell
Serene, systematic,
Empirically spherical and predictably straight down.

But for that splat:
Kinetic, explosive,
Expressively, existentially bold and deliberately declared

For the flowing globular tendrils
Exuberant, eruptive,
Elatedly and passionately striving but not quite breaking free.

For the miniscule droplets
Skipping and skittering
Franticaly, fervently flung and unfettered for a mere fraction of a second.

As for the splash
Precisely spontaneous
With reverence I surrender the drop to physics

The point is that I can't really take credit for the creation of the splat. All I did was engineer the circumstances under which it would BE created, it's actual creation was an explosion of complex math determining the scattering of an incomprehensible number of particles. The scope of this math is quite beyond my capabilities.