The Dialectics & The Fart In the class of dialectics The atmosphere was somewhat solemn, when suddenly a fart (not too smelly, yet absolutely not fragrant) unexpectedly came up. Sad enough. The eyes of our professor threw light right at me. "Please give your judgement on this fart," said the professor, "Is it good or not?" "Not good." "False." said the professor, "Everything is of contradictory. There are both good and bad points in everything." "So saying it's good is also false?" "That's right." "Then it's good and bad." "False." said our professor, "You look only at the confrontation of everything and ignore the harmony and unity of it." I decided that I should look at this serious question seriously. "This fart is good and bad, and mostly and basically not good." I said, thoughtfully. "False. You see things as static." said professor, "Everything is changing. What today plays a dominant part will inevitably be in a less important position tomorrow." "Would it mean tomorrow all people will cheer for this fart?" I asked. "That could be a result of changing. We can't deny this possibility." A puzzle on my face for some seconds, I went: "The fart is good and bad, bad and good. Today it may be good, but tomorrow it will inevitably be not good; Today it may be bad, but tomorrow it will absolutely be not bad." "No, no, no," said the professor shaking his head, "That is total scepticism. not dialectics." So there I was, became a sceptic, because of a fart.