I want it said of me by those who knew me best, that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.
I have wanted to be a fine artist painter, and I reached the point in art schools were I'd like to understand more about images and how images communicate information to people. And I was not getting very far in that from my professors.
Consciousness itself is an infinite regress. This explains coincidences.
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