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

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-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.

The successful American’s lifestyle is now increasing one motivated by hedonism, representing the merger of a happiness culture and celebration of an individualistic self.

Life is paradoxical, but it is enough for me. Ridiculous conflicts and inconsistencies admittedly congeal into what I term the self. Personal growth commences by honing in on the troubling personal issues. I am my only enemy. A radiant soul strives for self-enrichment by passionately pursuing the serious tasks and delights of living including expressing empathy for other people. I will explore the world and attempt to eliminate the perversions of my own egocentric being.

It is a worthy quest to not simply develop a sense of identity, but become the magnanimous version of the self.