| Personal background |
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| My name is (but not really) T. Free. I am an adult woman diagnosed with something they call "Organic Brain Syndrome with Psychotic Features." The syndrome causes me to struggle with connections, focus on the trivial, and lock my thoughts onto the intangibles of the world around me. My friends, like the man who is writing on my behalf, believe deeply that there is much more going on inside my head than I am able to discuss with those around me. It sounds funny, and it IS funny, but when I have something to say, the words get jumbled into oddly comfortable nonsense like, "happy birthday, cereal!" and "can I have my belly back?" Most people do not laugh at me, because I'm so far out of the loop that they realize something must be wrong. But those who try to connect with me and don't tire of my babble are the people I truly love. My existence is strange, it is difficult to understand, but I have a purpose: to remind all of you of the frailty of sanity, the fundamental power of humor, and the possibility that there is much more out there, and in there, than is apparent. |
| Thoughts about SETI and SETI@home |
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| I believe in existence. I don't think this makes me an existentialist, if existentialism is defined by Kafka's bug or killing random people on the beach for the sheer experience of it. My belief in existence, I feel, is incontrovertible, unless you are not really here to read about it. If that's the case, than my organic brain syndrome with psychotic features is the norm of my supreme singularity. Yikes. Is SETI the best way to look for otherly existence? Dunno. My belief in existence encompasses everything. I mean it - everything. Can we transmit our thoughts and messages to the stars? Probably. Can we transmit our thoughts and messages to the tree outside my window. I guess not. Ain't that odd? But I truly believe in the abject "numbers" of it all. There's just so much out there, that something must be struggling with these same issues. I just hope they don't have the same prescriptions that I have. As I said to my roommate at a Christmas party last week, "I wanted a big dog and horse, they gave me a trilly and put a salmon on my foot." Peace, everyone. Good hunting. |
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