a mind not of stone,
but a river,
flows around,
through,
and beyond all blocks.
thesis,
pure and hard,
meets its antithesis clash,
a new world is born.
the spirit’s slow climb,
not by destroying the past,
by transforming it.

the dialectic swing,
pendulum of history,
catalyst now rests.
not to break the chain,
but to be the link that joins,
synthesis transcends.
no final pure state,
only the eternal change,
be the element.

three fronts, not just two,
a prism breaks the pure light,
spectrum of the true.
the whole is the truth.
the partial is a fragment,
connect the fragments.
from his dense, black text,
a butterfly emerges,
wings of catalyst.

cancel the old fight.
catalyze a new reaction,
hegel’s ghost smiles.
a chemical bond,
a thought, a society,
all are made by clash.
the catalyst’s art;
he guides the change, is not changed,
wisdom’s gentle hand.

give up on hegelianism.
it is binary.
it is reactionary.
it is zero sum.
it is about honor, not truth.
cancellation is a pesticide
anti-connection.