Conspiracy of Dunces

Whatever has conspired, has conspired to put me in a speculative frame of mind (see previous post). This is most welcome. I realize, when I'm speculating, imagining, building castles made of sand in my little noggin, I am in my element, the place where my creative impulses percolate. I feel like I'm in a new place, with a new face.

There's something cool about being able to "blow my own mind." I'm edging out into territory where I don't know what I don't know. To paraphrase/subvert Chico Marx: "How can I not find out, what I cannot find out, if I cannot find out, what I want to find out..."

...or something like that...