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We’re all in this together

03 Monday Aug 2026

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We’re all in this together.

Each and every one. 

Oh, my God, it can’t be true. 

Perhaps for me, but not for you! 

You’re too black or brown or yellow!

I’m just an ordinary fellow! 

You’re too gay or straight or mellow!

You even eat that apple jello! 

We’re all in this together.

Each and every one.

Old & young and in-between;

The ever-seen and never-seen.

Oh, my God, it can’t be true. 

Perhaps for me, but not for you! 

You’re too fat or skinny or too tall!

Perhaps you’re short and way too small! 

We’re all in this together.

Each and every one.

Into games or sports of every sort.

Even tall and short and every sort.



Oh, my God, it can’t be true. 

Perhaps for me, but not for you! 

You’re too shallow, smart, or kind;

Too lame or sick or different mind. 

We’re all in this together.

Each and every one.

We’re all in this together.

Each and every one.


Take a glance join the dance

The Watershed Virus

The only “them” that counts is all of us

How the Nightingale Learned to Sing

Myths of the Veritas: The First Ring of Empathy

Stoned Soup

Three Blind Mice

Absolute is not just a Vodka

Fire and Ice

The “All for me” Bee

Life Will Find a Way

Myths of the Veritas: The Orange Man

Myths of the Veritas: The Forgotten Field

Now, More than Ever…

26 Sunday Jul 2026

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Dance a Whirling While or Three

Caturdaze — An Ode

25 Saturday Jul 2026

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Every Saturday, 

My cats all say: 

“Meow” 

Yet, somehow 

I always know just what they mean: 

“Every day 

In every way

Should be a catabration of the Feline Way.

Whether alley strays 

Or pedigreed back to Nile days,

Fluffy, stuffy, agile leaper, 

Or stalking skinny spotted creeper, 

Sidling, sliding quite unseen,

We cats will all remind

Your leaky, roiling educated mind

Of this important primal fact:

We’re on this earth to play;

To dance the dance; 

And live on edge 

To balance ledge; 

To proudly prance; 

Embrace the chance.”

I myself now fully see

That play’s the very lovely thing

That trumps the conscience of a king.

Play brought cells together;

Gave the bird the birdish feather; 

Dressed the cat in fur so fine;

Pulled us out of brackish brine;

Taught us to fly 

And scan the sky.

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Life only grows 

Because life knows

It’s play that shapes 

The Tree of Life

To ever-growing subtlety 

Orchestrates cacophony 

Of howl, meow, of chirp and roar

Into Life’s organic symphony

The dance of crawl and swim and soar. 

Indeed, each day is Caturday.

It’s like that every single day:

Across the world’s vast expanse, 

Life is laughing, Joy, and Dance.

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The Ninja Cat Manual

A Suddenly Springing Something

Life Will Find a Way

The Walkabout Diaries: Life Will Find a Way

The Walkabout Diaries: Symphony

Math Class: Who Are you?

A Cat’s a Cat

Hai-Cat-Ku for You

Life is a Dance

Occam’s Chain Saw Massacre

Author Page on Amazon

Awake Among the Hollow Men

15 Monday Jun 2026

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As foretold 

The Shallow Man 

Brings his Shadow Clan

Not big, not bold, 

Just sick and old 

Rotted and cold.

The Cancer Spreads

Manure teds 

The truth unsaid 

Real blood has bled.

Lies arise and Super-Size;

Plasticize;

Metastasize. 

A pinch of greed

Proliferates at lightless speed

And all the goblins dance and feed

On carcasses of innocence, 

Relishing their indolence;

Worshiping the insolence.

At last we have replaced the thorn and rose

With concrete and a snotty nose;

The half-baked plan 

Of an orange man

While sicko fans salute;

Hope his power’s absolute;

Hope that they can catch a crumb, 

That crumbles from the bloody chum.

Their dead shark eyes

Seek out the prey; 

They hate the wise

And feign to pray.

Until the faith becomes entrenched.

And life from everyone is wrenched. 

Why not destroy each living thing?

Why not deploy a million men?

Why not enjoy pretending king? 

Why not? 

Why not grab a child or two? 

Or three or four or plenty more? 


The Shallow man,

Supported by his shadow clan,

Hates the very look of life;

Hates love and beauty;

His only duty:

Clean Putrid’s booty.

The Shallow man 

The Hollow man

The Shallow men

The Hollow men

Is this the way our world ends?

Not with a bang but a wimp out? 

A cowardly clown 

Wears an ill-painted crown 

He’ll scream and stream and shout

But never ever make amends.

This Shallow man

This Hollow man

Friendless, demented

Rings himself with sicko-fans

Paints himself with fakeo-tans

Gives himself prizes that he himself invented.

While a thin wind rattles through the unpicked field

And cowards and greeds flail and yield;

Spew their lies

Which no-one can trust; 

Fight against flies

For the filthy crust

Is this the way our world must end?

With a whimpering wimp at the wheel 

And a creed of greed must serve as the keel?

Two life-forms as different as a bee and a flower find cooperation to be to their mutual benefit.
But two humans can’t figure that out?

This is not how our world must end.

The people, ah, the people, they awake.

They find a way to keep the light.

The people wake and learn to open sight.

The people, ah, the people, they awake. 


They awake.

They awake. 

Ah Wilderness!

03 Wednesday Jun 2026

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(I first published an earlier draft of Ah Wilderness in Peng Poets e-zine, summer 1997. I’m nearly finished with the highly recommended book, The Overstory, and so I decided to take another look at the poem and then extended it with the dissolution of form of the poem meant to mirror the dissolution of our society moving at last into prose but then, hopeful with the seed of form returning. I realize poetry is not everyone’s cup of tea. One reason I like it is that its dancing always on that same razor edge where life itself does its dance: chaos and regularity; change and stability).

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Ah, Wilderness!

The words may well connote a false un-blurring
A fear, a chill — not from frozen stone alone
Or lake wind’s sweep; but from the urgent stirring
Of some soul still hiding restless in our bone.

Curse not the thorns of tasty blackish berry;
They keep fruit safe from claws less clever.
Curse not how swift the prey, how very wary;
They shaped our brain; & helped us know forever.

Curse not the winter’s churlish wind unkind
Or burning hot dry summer’s cinnamon sun.
They invented beautiful raiment through our mind
And taught us numbers soaring far beyond one.

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Curse not the change of season; or the suddenly sliding slope –
Unpredictable now and in the future as ever always
They make us search for patterns far beyond our scope of grope.
Ah Wilderness!

You are me as seen in Darwin’s mirror of minutes and hours,

And days of ways taken and untaken & lead us here at last.

We strive to take it all and make it all, all ours, all ours!

Churning every fragrant flower and pine to dust,

We must! We lust! We must! We lust!
We don’t have time for this and that.

We want everything now and that’s that!

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And if in time all wilderness is bleak and dead,

Our bodies too shall wither and die and by and by

Our souls shall be but number: grey, unloved, unfed.

Asphalt, plastic, concrete & glass. None will die

Because in our endless war on nature, we are all “Undead.”

The Zombieland: machines gone mad; machines gone bad.

Swaths of humanity wishing to meld to macabre, merciless machinery!

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Life is what works! Life is constant change and innovation. But it’s been working for over four billion years! Look around you! It not only works! It’s marvelous! Machines don’t smell like that. Machines don’t look so beautiful as that. Machines don’t sound as melodious. Machines may be used to magnify malicious malignities if we let them.

Life is cooperative and interconnected and everywhere at once dancing on a razor’s edge between chaos and regularity. Machines are built to be efficient and effective and just tolerably presentable enough to be purchased — purchased by people who typically do not have to deal with the machine day in and day out. What do they care whether the machine is loud or smells bad or ruins your hands or explodes every so often or pollutes whole towns or scares away all the birds or kills every fish in the stream and every frog and that more trees will have to be cut down to feed it and more land raped to oil it?

Life is the invention of Love yet Love requires Life. (Maybe that’s why Love created Life; so it would have a way to express itself). Machines can be built to help save lives. Other machines are designed to kill lives. A machine that’s designed to kill lives never decides, “You know what? I never signed up to shoot peaceful protestors. That sucks and it’s anti-American. I quit.” At best, machines are amoral.

What to think of people who want to destroy life and replace it with a strict unmoving hierarchy with a life-hating king at the top? Don’t they see that they would not truly be alive in such an arrangement? They would not “decide” or “dream” or “change” or “love” or anything else without the permission of someone or some rule who knows nothing about how they really feel. And doesn’t care. Do you?

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To destroy all wilderness means humanity would be signing its own death warrant.

The attempt to replace life, which we know works, with machine will eventually fail and fall and take damn near all of humanity with it over that cliff of ever-lasting greed.

Ah, Wilderness.

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Wilderness is wildness indeed.

A single seed may green our land again

Laying waste to the wasteland that is the gray machine

It will take time,

But life is patient like a theme, a meme

Life is sly and by and by

Like a long awaited rhyme

Will catch the drift

Heal the rift

And someday not soon

A wolfish thing again will howl the moon

A treelike thing again will drink monsoon

Some bee-ish beings will buzz and sting

But here’s the thing:

Why wait for all those rusting, crusting thrusts of greed?

Instead, go now, take heed

And plant the first seed.

Help love reclaim the land and sea

For now and all eternity.

Ah, Wilderness.

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Author Page on Amazon

Introduction to a Pattern Language of best practices in Teamwork & Collaboration

Index to Pattern Language for Teamwork & Collaboration.

The Myths of the Veritas: The Forgotten Field

The Impossible

 

Worst Monster of All?

17 Friday Apr 2026

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Whispered around the campfire 

Many evil tales of wanton woe:

A terrible bear with claws of fire.

Gigantic maw of merciless crow. 

Slashing teeth of wolves in pack. 

Eating alive just for a snack.

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But the scariest monster of every tale:

The naked ape who lost his tail.

Hell-bent on winning, 

He binged on his sinning.

Demanded it all.

Gorging on gall,

He was ripe for the fall 

With his ego so tall.

Left hand said: 

“I want! I need! I get!
You must forget.
You must forfeit.”

Right hand said:


“I want! I need! I get!
You must forget.
You must forfeit!”

Well, well, well. Isn’t that swell.

I’ll see you both in holy hell.

You can fight and you can stew

If that’s all you’re smart enough to do. 

You’ll lose it all in your ego-ooze.

Snooze and booze and all will lose.

Left foot said:

“I go first. I must be first. It is the law!”

Right foot said:

“Stupid Left, I win the draw!
It’s always Right for right foot first.
I sever you with sharpest saw!
And with your blood I slake my thirst!”

Left eye screamed its vivid dreams:
“I see what’s what and all that’s true!”

Right eye schemed and mimicked memes:
“I see Truth. I always do!”

But the scariest monster of every tale:

The naked ape who lost his tail.

Hell-bent on winning,

He binged on his sinning.

Demanded it all.

Gorging on gall,

He was ripe for the fall 

With his ego so tall.

With his ego so tall,

He was ripe for the fall.




The Myths of the Veritas: The First Ring of Empathy

The Myths of the Veritas: The Orange Man

The Myths of the Veritas: The Forgotten Field

Travels with Sadie Teamwork

How the Nightingale Learned to Sing

Roar, Ocean, Roar!

The Walkabout Diaries: Friends

A Pattern Language for Cooperation and Collaboration

The Dance of Billions

Author Page

Join the Throng and Sing the Song

27 Friday Mar 2026

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Stolen files 

Strong denials 

Murderous lies of pedophiles

And there were promises for all

All along the nonsense wall

The dreams of Dreamers

Screaming in the lethal night

While crusaders stealing 

Trailing long red streamers

Illegally dealing 

Pretending to fight for the Right

The wheel will turn

The time will come 

The music will hum

The fire will burn

Christmas decorations all blood red

Gardens of roses ground to dust

Pastures of plenty planted with lust

Prosperity drizzled and died 

Perfidy raged unchecked instead

Hate reared its ugly orange head

Revealing the cancerous rot inside

And all around this hellscape pranced

The greedy few who never glanced

At those who died from bullets & bombs

Tearing the infants from pleading moms

The wheel will turn

The time will come 

The music will hum

The fire will burn

Thrashing our friends 

While hugging the thugs

The sicko prances and pretends

Apes Mussolini with mindless mugs

Your taxes all frittered 

Away on a whim

Cajoles the embittered

It’s all for him

Thousands of times he lied and he lied

And real people died

Thousands and thousands for the price of his pride

He cares not a whit

Nor even a half

He has not a wit

Nor even a half

His words are clouds that wisp in the wind

His actions alone write his own epitaph 

There isn’t a virtue that he hasn’t sinned

He licks at the hooves of a gold-painted calf

The wheel will turn

The time will come 

The music will hum

The fire will burn

The people awake 

Their blinders they shed

The people this March 

Their shackles they shake

Prove power instead

The people will march

Lady Liberty—her torch at last is lit

The bell of freedom rings the land

The music plays from every band 

The drummer drums on every kit


The watchfire burns

Everyone learns


Power is ours if only we take it

America works if only we make it


Come and join in joyous song

Come and join the millions strong

Come and be where you belong


Come and help us right the wrong

Come and join in joyous song

The Ailing King of Agitate

Absolute is not just a Vodka

Roar, Ocean, Roar!

The Dance of Billions

An Open Sore from Hell

The Many Shiny Things

18 Wednesday Feb 2026

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You spy the many shiny things

Along the road to you-know-where.

The whistle of the wind who stings 

The stench of burning flesh and hair.

The numbers prove you must be rich!

Why care about the starving child?

Why care for homeless vets in ditch?

Why care if kids are raped, defiled?

The liars all have puffin lips.

Their hair is long; drops straight and gold.

They glare at you with hands on hips;

The lies they spew are eons old. 

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And yet within your heart of hearts

You feel a teeny prick of guilt.

Your cure is caress their farts. 

And lap the floor for blood they’ve spilt.

Just get along and sing their song

Of hatred, lies, and “I-Not-See”!

The rights they wrong to get along;

The stench of their autocracy.

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The stench of their autocracy

The stink of dead democracy.

Then wash with white theocracy.

While Coward leads the cowardly.

You thought you’d gain more shiny things

Along that road to you know where.

Instead you kiss their slimy rings

And wash their dirty underwear.

You help to squelch the good and true

Your soul’s a bridge that you have burned.

Betraying true Red, White, and Blue.

A place in hell is all you’ve earned. 

The stench of sick autocracy:

It bathes your brain eternally.

You coddled cancer; pay the price. 

A gram of courage would’ve been nice. 

But you’re too late now. 

You’re just another cow— 

Another slice of steak,

For Conmen to take.

Author Page

Where Does Your Loyalty?

My Cousin Bobby

The Update Problem

Labelism

An Open Sore from Hell

After All

All We Stand to Lose

The Stopping Rule

At Least he’s our Monster

Wednesday

The Game

You Bet Your Life

Somewhere a Bird Cries

Imagine All the People

Roar, Ocean, Roar

The Dance of Billions

When GREED’S the only Creed

09 Friday Jan 2026

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autocracy, Democracy, greed, life, oligarchy, poem, poetry, politics, truth, USA

When greedy Greeder GREED

Is a person’s unifying creed

Then a person’s life’s defined

By its aging shrinking skin

Nothing won is really win

You rape instead of mutual love

You’re touching with cold metal glove

And wormy parasitic mind

When greedy Greeder GREED

Is a nation’s unifying creed

Then killing of another’s fine

The country falls to ash and mud

It splashes with a thick’ning thud

Fear and hate destroy what’s great

Stupidity becomes its fate

And blood’s a favored flavored wine

When greedy, Greeder, GREED

Is the world’s unifying creed

When everyone’s so cowed by cash

That love and life itself are seen

As merely meeker forms of screen

And forests die there is no why

The cancer spreads and all must die

The ugliness and stench obscene

AI-generated image to: ugly clown

There’s nothing left but useless gold

An unheard wind and endless cold

Congratulate your ego’s need

You bowed your head and prayed to GREED

———

Author Page

The First Ring of Empathy

The Walkabout Diaries: Variation

Travels with Sadie Teamwork

After All

Guernica

Essays on America: The Game

The Ailing King of Agitate

The Truth Train

D4

Dick-tater$hit

Absolute is not Just a Vodka

Where does your Loyalty Lie?

All we Stand to Lose

The Twilights Last Gleaming

The Crows and Me

The Isle of Right

Imagine All the People…

The Dance of Billions

Roar, Ocean, Roar



Tools of Thought: Symmetry

07 Wednesday Jan 2026

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Symmetry

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(Original, free-hand drawing by Zoe Colier).

There are many varieties of symmetry. Symmetry exists rampantly in nature and symmetry is also incorporated into many human designs. In this short essay, I want to remind people of several varieties of symmetry and then show how symmetry may also be used as a tool of thought to help solve problems by simplifying the space of possibilities that must be considered. 

Symmetry is a concept with far broader application than cutting out paper snowflakes or choosing a nice looking Christmas Tree, Menorah or other Holiday decoration. It is fundamental in logic, mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, and even in social science.

Symmetry exists at many different scales as well. Planets are generally roughly spherical and their orbits are roughly circular. 

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The human body, along with most other animals, exhibits rough bilateral symmetry in external appearance. If you examine your own fingerprints or the pattern of your moles, for instance, you will see that one side of your body looks slightly different from a mirror image. If, like me, you are a righty who play tennis, you will find the forearm muscles on your right arm are slightly larger than those on the left. What is remarkable to me is not that there are slight variations between left and right but just how slight those variations are. And, we are not alone. Fish, insects, flatworms, roundworms, snakes, turtles, lizards, horses, dogs, cats, apes, and humans are all roughly bilaterally symmetrical in appearance. I say “in appearance” because our internal arrangement of organs is not at all symmetrical.  

External Appearance and Internal Organs

In general, it seems to me that most animals possess more complete or “perfect” bilateral symmetry than do most plants. I suspect that this is because animals generally move through a physical environment. Since we can move around, the environmental forces are generally symmetrical and so our ability to react to those environmental forces is also symmetrical. A tree, on the other hand, may have a genetic “blueprint” to be bilaterally or (more likely) radially symmetrical, but it may be subject to strong asymmetrical forces such as wind, a water source, or sunlight versus shade. 

Our designed objects are also most often (at least) bilaterally symmetrical, and particularly for those objects which must interact and move through the physical world. Cars, boats, motorcycles, busses, trains, trucks, bikes, skis, surfboards, roller skates, ice skates, snowshoes and tennis shoes all tend to be bilaterally symmetrical. On the inside, however, again just like us, there are often some irregularities. The arrangement of controls of the car, for instance, are asymmetrical. (Each control in itself often does show symmetry. In some cases, this makes it easier to use, especially without looking. I suspect that the symmetry may often be for aesthetic reasons, for ease of manufacturing, for ease of maintenance or replacement or some combination.) The asymmetry of arrangement “works” because the arrangement of displays and controls does not interact with the natural world the way that the car body and wheels do. The controls are designed to interact with a human being. There are also rough conventions for where controls are laid out, how they operate, and what each type looks like. Asymmetry of arrangement is also evident under the hood. However, some of the components such as the engine, the battery, the radiator have symmetry within them. The radiator, which arguably has the most interaction with the outside world, is symmetrically placed though its plumbing is not. 

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In the design of User Interaction and Experience, an argument can be made for certain kinds of symmetry. For example, in the Mac editor Pages, which I am using to write this, if the B for bold button background turns blue when bolding is turned on, I expect the background will turn back the way it was (white) when bolding is turned back off. I also expect that italics and underlining will behave the same way, especially because all three are in the same toolbar. 

Where possible, it also generally makes sense, I believe, to design so that the functionality of a system is symmetrical. This isn’t always possible. Some actions are necessarily irreversible. If you don’t believe me, ask anyone who has toddlers or who has pets. In the real world, if you shoot someone dead, you cannot “unshoot” them. Unlike a computer system who asks, “Do you really want to delete all your files?” before doing so, guns do not ask that. If you are designing what can be done with a toy robot however, if you can make it go forward, you want to make it so it can go back as well. If it can turn right 90 degrees, you would like to enable it to turn left 90 degrees. Saying, “Oh, yes, but don’t you see, you can, in effect, make it turn left 90 degrees by making it turn right 90 degrees three times?!” does not cut it, IMHO. 

Typically, you not only want the functionality to be symmetrical, you also want the control functions and appearances to mirror the symmetry of the functionality. For example, if you can issue the command: “MOVE ROBOT FORWARD THREE PACES” you want the symmetrical function to be evoked this way: “MOVE ROBOT BACKWARD THREE PACES” and not, “THREE PACES BACKWARD FOR ROBOT MOVE.” If you decide to give auditory feedback for the first command that says, “ROBOT MOVING FORWARD THREE PACES” you do not want the reverse command to provide feedback that says, “ROBOT THREE PACES BACKWARD MOVING.” (Oh, by the way, if you cannot provide symmetrical functionality, please do not pretend to do so with a facade of symmetrical looking commands that actually behave asymmetrically!)

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A lack of symmetry (or consistency) in the functionality, command structure, or visual appearance often arises because of a lack of communication within the development team. If different functions of the robot are to be implemented by different people, then it’s important that those various people use an agreed upon style guide or Pattern Language or that they  communicate frequently. Of course, this is not the only cause of asymmetry. Even if your team communicates really well, they can’t design an effective gun with an “unkill” function. 

There are, of course, various types of symmetry. Bilateral (mirror) symmetry is what the external appearance of our bodies has. There is also translational symmetry, where the same shape is repeated along a line. The string ABCCBA shows bilateral symmetry while ABCABC exhibits translational symmetry. Most human factors people now agree that hot water faucets (usually on the left) and cold water faucets (usually on the right) should both be turned off by turning to the right and turned on by turning to the left (translational symmetry) as opposed to having the faucet on the right turn off to the right and the left faucet turn off to the left. But you will definitely experience both types. 

In both music and poetry, at least in the culture I am most familiar with, translational symmetry is more common than mirror symmetry. It does sometimes happen that musical composers experiment with playing a tune backwards or even with the staff turned upside down. But this is far less common than repeating a theme or melody. Similarly, a rhyme scheme like ABCABC is much more common than is ABCCBA. {In this notation, ABCABC means that the first line rhymes with the fourth line, the second line rhymes with the fifth line and the third line rhymes with the sixth line.} 

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In biology, we also find translational symmetry or something close to it. The segments of a tape worm, the segments of the body of a millipede or centipede, the small legs of a lobster, and even our own vertebrae and ribs show translational symmetry. In social structures as well, we find both mirror symmetry and translational symmetry. For instance, the Golden Rule says to do unto others as you would have them do unto you. In addition, as it happens, if we are nicer to other people, then, generally speaking, they are also nicer to us. This is not always true, however. Some people simply take advantage and view all of life as a zero sum game. Whatever you gain, they lose and vice versa. This is a very limited, inaccurate, and self-defeating attitude in most social situations. Most social situations, are, of course, much more complicated. Generally speaking, there are a great many situations that both you and your “opponent” or even your “enemy” would agree are good and a great many others that both of you would agree are bad. If you are playing tennis or golf outdoors, for instance, you may be fiercely competitive but both of you would probably find a game that brings out the best play is better for both of you. Both of you would probably also agree that being rained out is a bad outcome.  

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In the military and in many industrial settings, there is a great deal of translational symmetry. The “ideal” set-up is to have many groups at each of many levels and each group is meant to be as similar as possible to all the other groups at that level. The marching that military groups learn is both symbolic of this translational symmetry and practice in behaving as a unit composed of identical parts. Whether or not this is the best way to run a military is debatable. To me, it’s undeniable that this management style has been imported into a huge number of organizations where it is definitely not the best way to organize. 

The last thing to note is that symmetry also pops up in design. There is often a whole series of information exchanges from people who have quite different areas of expertise. These exchanges can result in mutual learning, solutions that work, and often patents, and occasionally, some really cool, transcendent, game-changing designs. In my experience, it is much better to have a design process based on symmetrical relationships founded in mutual respect than to have a design process based on having someone in a hierarchical power relationship make decisions that are to be implemented by an identical set of “underlings.”  

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The Takeaway

Symmetry is everywhere. There are many forms. If you start looking for symmetry, you will find examples in nature, in mathematics, poetry, art, music, machine design, the military and even in design problems and design processes. Thinking quite consciously about the types of symmetry that exist in a problem space and what could or should exist in that problem space, can lead to novel solutions.

 

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