Just yesterday two people commented, critically, about my artsy intellectualizations of their own observations of my perceived psychometric pseudo-science physics, math and psychiatry....which I endured, tongue firmly placed against the mouth cavern part of my cheek to restrain the literalness of their impolitic naivety, as my thoughts about all of this rattled around in my skull with all the other excesses of cerebral enthusiasm..... This was the upchuck that I left for them to ponder, for a second or two, before dismissing my ramblings to make room for the inconsequentialities of micron-thick interests in their own veneers of hard polished waxings..... How could anyone think that I'm serious! Yet, there is method in my madness and much that I think may be...in these words about the observable poesy of it all........Thank you Ronny Laing, Rollo May, Søren Kierkegaard, Carl Sagan and so many others, for all this elucidative confusion..... Then, in 1970, I tripped over
