[Mike 5]

You have caught me out Antonio. My use of the word Dialectics is sentimental romance and tish tosh. I might as well call it Nanky Poo or Yum Yum.

However, as Humpty Dumpty said to Alice, in a resort called Wonderland, a word means what I want it to mean, neither more nor less.

it is such a pain having an idea that you feel, is fresh, unthought before by anyone else. It deranges and deludes you. Is it a relief to find, oh someone else invented that wheel? It is a curse, Antonio, a curse. Then how to express and name it.

I have a soft spot for Hegel, who I must admit is, in a word, a buttermouth.

Probably some reincarnation, maybe I was Hegel's mother.

Anyway, let me guide you to an alternate view, and for the moment we will withdraw the label dialectics. Let me say, I was tempted by the alternative word dualistics for all fo three seconds, but the fever passed.

imagine a sea in motion, of custard, fluid toffee, or molten hessian. In the random turbulence a crooked finger emerges and it is curled. Breaking free, it becomes a ball. Now what has happened. In a way, a skin or boundary between two substances, toffee and salt gas, it does not really matter, has rotated to a complete 360 degrees and more, the sphere is separate from the foundry of fluid toffee and for just a moment, may rotate in its own space and dream of a nice English Breakfast in a hotel in Las Vegas. But...

Jump for a moment to a video monitor in another dimension, if you will, not that dimensions have any validity outside a Descartes novel, but look! Although to human eyes and touch (wear gloves, salt gas stings!) the ball is separate, in another viewfinder beyond the human, and this is also somehow real, it remains always linked. Umbilical chords link everything to everything else. Strings and superstrings knitted and knotted all over.

ah, it's good to be back. On dry land. But the dream was so vivid, do things still remain connected?

Glibly, mathematicians and cosmologists are already dancing in 11 dimensions and their Wonderland is just as silly as mine. But do you know what, forgetting Cartesian ideals does not mean abandoning empirical methods nor practical results, it shifts them onto another blackboard and I have to say, the phone books of science are filled with people who ... believe. How many light bulbs did Edison discard? What drove Einstein - is it beautiful enough for God?

Belief is exactly like the umbilical link between two things that are rotationally separate.

Now I have to ask a question somewhere, about sub atomic particles and spin. For I seem to remember some codswallop about half spin and spin in rotational dimensions that are neither clockwise nor anti-clockwise. And some vague nonsense about wave and particles being very confused about their gender and sexuality. Oh, and the statistics of a series of single electrons fired through a choice of two openings having interference patterns that are non-intuitive.

But hold on, now that dream with the fluid toffee and the other video screen makes a lot more sense than some of these Quantum Theory explanations, could there be something as simple as a new look at rotation and separation and all makes ... sense?

I don't know, Antonio, that is the tragedy. But I do know that your example is Cartesian, straight lines, measured distances, and Fractal Dialectics is about flowing rivers and the search for a single mechanics for consciousness and material forms. In this sense I need to be very clear that Dialectics - in my 2005 interpretation - is Bezier curves.

Think about it. Point A sets out in a vector with push P and destination X. Point B sets out from another place with an irreconcilable push Q to a different destination Z

There exists one Bezier curve that resolves this - not as an equation, but as the kind of curve we see more and more in computer graphics, the Bezier curve. Suddenly we have win win dialectics. From inside the tunnel of the Bezier curve, the light from distant star A arrives at your eyeball B in a direct path. From Einstein's armchair, that path curved and wobbled through gravitational deflections.

Thank you for the opportunity to flow a little more of my ideas into the strange empty silence of the internet. The riddle to resolve is life, the apparent juxtaposition of consciousness and material form. But there are clear rules - life passes from DNA to RNA to DNA, life forms evolve yet pass down umbelical dendritic grandparent parent child structures on and on.

In all of this there is a joker, and however much I try to play that role, I am a fool in comparison to this joker, the ultimate joker is Time. I am in a hurry to complete a book on Fractal Dialectics and invite more responses, that will harden the form I can explain all this. Because beyond that we can re-evaluate time.

So, Dialectics, it is not a simple idea at all. Hegel never expressed it clearly. Marx bolloxed it all up. I dislike Marx for that. Lenin pissed on it. But I think there is something worth reviving.