I can never understand things when I have to think directly about them. I can’t tackle problems by thinking that I have to do this, then that, then this. My thinking is at its best when I assign characters to my emotions or thoughts and then tell myself a little story.
I break my mind up into little pieces that I can move around the chess board of my basic nature and tastes. My life is a concequence of these moves, these characters are Gods that drive me. I’m actually, at heart, a dyed in the wool pagan. (Bet you thought I was atheist.) This doesn’t mean that I hang out in the woods praying to a bunch of dirt with some astrology reading hippies or that I burn scented candles to bring me money.
