My List (in progress)

-People with goatees

-People who use "literally" inappropriately just to get attention

-People who don't let you finish speaking

The Fourth Dimension

I don't know a whole lot about physics. But I know from reading A Wrinkle In Time that time is considered the fourth dimension, after the 3rd dimension, depth. That makes sense to me. I don't understand the 5th dimension and onwards very well, even after watching a video attempting to explain it. Not my learning style, whatever. Anyway since we can sense time, we live in the 4th dimension. If we could only perceive up to the 3rd dimension, life would suck even more.

I feel a definite lack of teaching as far as dealing in the dimension of time. Parents teach some "time management" but really it is up to the individual to learn the cold hard facts for himself. Once a person really gets the hang of dealing with time, and making time work for him, he is probably older. He is a master of time and probably space, as far as his physical abilities and mental faculties allow.

What am I saying here? That I want to learn more about the dimensions we inhabit and then teach in simple terms to any children I have.

I'm losing the steam that propelled me to write this so now I feel unauthentic.

I also want to show my children a certain canon of art and media so they know where the ideas forming the world they inhabit originated. People don't want to acknowledge the source because they crave originality. But according to something Picasso (probably never) said, "good artists borrow and great artists steal." Nothing is really original, but everything has a unique mixture of influences which leads to the illusion of originality.

What if we could trace everything back to its source material? Would it be good or bad? Would it overload our minds and data stores? Or would it lead to true awareness of art's and science's ultimate context?

Another question I struggle to articulate, much less ask.

Now the caffeine has worn off and I must focus on an animation project. Nothing to complain about, you say? You wish you could do something so exciting instead of writing boring papers?

Well you're not me. Actually the internal voice posing these questions IS me. It's my ego or superego I think. The sensible voice. My id wants to smash a window, get in my car and drive to Canada, shooting at cars on the highway the entire way. I think.