My entire life has been a series of experiments.
I arrived, I found myself amongst these people, in this place. I was arranged and I arranged myself to stand out, but also to blend in if need be. I am strong and healthy. I protect myself from psychological bullshit, but I am physically brave and helpful.
I watch, I think, I puzzle over strange dichotomies. There is no shortage.
Periodically I reject things, people, systems, places. I can participate or not participate in other people’s systems as I see fit.
For me, watching people or buildings or any system is like watching a frequency resolve (or not resolve) into a clean wave pattern. Either the lines are going to come together for me/with me or they aren’t. My own system is the easiest to balance; I treat it EXACTLY like image processing,ruthlessly examining extreme inputs. Some fringe information might be crucial, like a spice in a dish, some other might be simply an annoyance that the entire system must compensate for.
The latter, not so groovy.
The way humans work is that suddenly, unexpectedly, the math changes, and tired ideas fall away like dust. We see this in science, in legislation. People reach a point where the common reality is no longer making a satisfying experience or a clean pattern, and they simply adjust as a group and fix things by changing the assumptions.
Manias take hold some times, at other times, reason.
The tides of fashion please us, because they mimic what we do as a single living entity, morphing, adjusting, expanding, changing it up.
As I move into this next phase of my life, it’s time for me to examine all of my own structure, and to see what needs to be nurtured, protected, what needs to be moved out.