The human mind’s innate ability to imagine and create ensures that we never remain stalled out in who we are. We constantly seek to amend our circumference and circumstances, craft and redraft our emotional, social, political, economic, and artistic being.

Each person fills their wheelbarrow of life with routine colliery and guerdons culled from a few diamond moments, all of which ingested payload forms the grist of life.

Each of us fabricates an anaglyphic portfolio demarking our contiguous photo-essay.

Destroying the prior emaciated doppelgänger image that I held of myself is merely the first step of creating a revised personal identity. Can I accomplish the dissolution of my disembodied self and determinedly recreate a mutable sense of personal identity out of the scalded remnants of a psyche inferno?

Our life is an unfinished manuscript; we constantly edit our evolving composition.

The projected vision in the mind’s eye of a person’s conceptual self represents a self-edited photocomposition. Our conceived self consists of an admixture of facts gleaned from the residue of yesteryear’s reality imposed over a bed of surreal images.

Self-analysis requires reconsideration of who we think we are. Self-awareness requires us to reassess where we came from and where we are going.

Self-identity depends upon our manner of apprehending the world. Life for me is primarily about distilling patterns, attempting to sift between the ordinary and extraordinary events of daily of life in order to weave a mosaic that defines and clarifies the reasons behind why and how I live.

A dialectical tension exists between people and nature through which each person determines his or her ultimate state.