Ask me anything
Description. I find it a little ironic to be prompted for a description, when my goal was to voice my inability to do exactly that. I have not a clue anymore, and I'm tired of trying to find one. Existential crisis...not quite...there's no crisis, no panic. It is more of a paradigm shift. I'm game. It is liberating in a way, to not know. It comes with a certain freedom. The presumption of knowledge, rather than the acquisition of knowledge, has been categorically demonstrated to be to our detriment. I like lots of things, I have done lots of things, I have seen lots of places. I forget names, and faces, but never ideas. Names, faces, places, they come and go, but an idea can be eternal, and universal. An idea can tell you more about somebody than anything else they can say. It reveals in its inception, exactly who and what they considered, and how they resolved the interactions of these objects. It demonstrates them. Who am I? I am my ideas, and I am barely in control.