One eternal cycle producing output. That is all! Simple as can be.
The universe isn’t a machine—it’s a movement. A single twist, folding in and out of itself. Each time it twists, time begins again. And behind every twist is resistance. Not friction. Not opposition. But thought.
Physicist David Bohm said, “Thought itself is an actual process of movement.” That movement is the twist. It’s polarity—positive and negative collapsing like a Möbius strip. Each packet of energy hides the resistance that caused it. And as the twist repeats, energy builds. The universe remembers.
We honor Newton, Marić, Planck, Tesla—but only on the surface. We reshape their insights to fit a false unity. Tesla saw through it. He called Einstein’s relativity “a beggar clothed in purple whom ignorant people take for a king”.
Marić, Einstein’s first wife, used Newton’s calculus to describe a universe disappearing out of time—but her work was buried. Newton’s laws weren’t just mechanics—they were metaphysical scaffolding. Planck touched the quantum threshold, but the twist was never modeled.
"The twist was never modeled."
Richard Feynman admitted, “We have no knowledge of what energy is”. Because its cause—resistance—is folded inside recurrence.
That resistance is thought. And thought is the origin of species.
We are the species of thought. One and the same—with a twist.
But the negative momentum is rising. War, genocide, collapse—they’re no longer distant. They’re at the door. And still, we don’t listen to the waves. We don’t hear the twist repeating. Critical mass isn’t just a metaphor. It’s a threshold. A tipping point. A final echo.
“Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.” — Carl Jung
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If it is going to happen, I'm glad that I will have twisted off this "mortal coil" by then, or shortly after.
Ron