I love Twitter. Still recovering from our Three Kings brunch, still reorganizing the house after a delightful happy gathering, I take a dip into my Twitterline and discover a new issue of #ebDish daily. For a few months, I have been following on Twitter these guys working around @VenessaMiemis’s Emergent by Design wiki http://bit.ly/hYZVaH fascinated by what Mark Frazier has called «Narrative Fractals».
I love the words they use: Rtube (a kind of reality tunnel connecting with other reality tunnels), Ewaves (waves of emotions), holons (something which is both a whole and a part), tetrahedrons—especially the transparent ones rotating in opposite directions and creating a «star tetrahedron» or merkaba form. Now, as mesmerized as I am, I must admit I don’t understand it all, in particular the beautiful EbDishvisuals one can see at http://bit.ly/gltc8s.
Following Mark Frazier (@openworld), Michael Josefowiz (@ToughLoveforX) or Spiro Spiliadis (@spirospiliadis) is like walking on «atonal clusters» flying on «counter-clockwise concentric circles»: a real good opportunity to pratice being zen with nouns and verbs describing how stories develop, especially if you are writing in French a novel about Time!
The fact is, these Tweeps have a very strong attractor: they have keys into something I have been looking into for many years: a kind of polyphonic lotus yantra in 3D I have been trying to pin down into words and which I call La rose des temps ( A Rose Compass?). So, I’m hanging there with them, missing the point most of the time, yet still hoping for some revelation that would help me sort out all the narrative fractals twirling in the space of my «work in progress» novel.
So far, it’s been quite an interesting dance: a few polka steps here, a bit of fox trot there, I step back a while as in a passionate tango and then I waltz wildly with their thoughts, running with wolves as a wild woman looking for a story to be told.
Earlier tonite, as I was exchanging tweets with Michael J. about #ebDish, our two brains connected and our tweets «crossed in the twitterverse» as he said. All the while, I was pursuing a conversation with my virtual friend from India @NeelaVanam about names (a pet obsession of mine): she shared a beautiful story by Rabindranath Tagore about her name: Subhashini. http://bit.ly/gnV1uh. I read this: «When we express our thought in words, the medium is not found easily. There must be a process of translation, which is often inexact, and then we fall into error. But black eyes need no translating; the mind itself throws a shadow upon them.» Taking in all this info about Narrative Fractals research as it evolves is like diving into Subha’s— the silent one— black eyes. It needs no translating.
Yolande Villemaire 
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