I'm going to confess right up front here, I'm not 100% sure that I remember what this graphic relates to. I've got a few memory issues stemming from one time getting hurt right in the head region. Ever since then I've been on a strange overload, a condition where it's hard to focus even on a limited number of things. Instead it magically flowers and there's anywhere from 10 to 100 perspectives that, once the attention space is lost on a few perspectives, the others become overwhelming. Where the focus should be is seldom definite. Kind of like saying, "I want a white car, but I need to test-drive all the other cars to make sure white wasn't a mental trick.
The graphic features no one that I know of, at least in the present memory path. I may wake up in the middle of the night convinced, let's say, that she's my mother. Or my dog in a past life. Something entirely different would be the focus then. But what if she were actually someone I glimpsed on the sidewalk one day and my brain is giving me false positives about the potential relationship we might be subliminally toying with. Or maybe she's an old teacher of mine and a scientific study would center on what made her a good teacher, in the event she was.
Seriously, I'm starting to think the female look of the graphic might be related to me, although I generally answer to male. Naturally, that could immediately make us think of things that are all mixed up. This one might be beyond me. Is that what the tongue looks like when it's seen in its entirety? It looks like a surfboard, and maybe there's some big waves today, and we'll ride it like wild horses, in this case a definite filly. Or whatever a male horse is called -- a stud -- with makeup. I'm big on gender identifications being the particular person's judgment, not so much based on equipment but what comes out of the mentality. In this case, with the graphic, it's "Ride the wild surf!" Or it's similar to the diving board by the pool. She's got a thought, the words form on the edge of the diving board, and jump in unison with the body into the wild surf, or sedate pool of water (water pooled in one place.)
Is there any value in it? I believe so. I think it'd be cool to get together with a few other explorers, you know, and bat it back and forth what we think. Say we have 10 members in the discussion, and we're charting our course, not so much to come to conclusions, but it keep the discussion focused on the theories that are thought up in a brain storm, with lots of affirmation. Each member has a different theory, and we can't declare the next guy wrong. "I'm not saying you're right, but I'm also not saying you're wrong."
The scientific study goes on. Perhaps I'll dream of it. Perhaps in my dreams I'll know how she (or he) fits in the scheme of things, who's right, who's wrong, blah blah blah. Each member of the discussion has something valuable to say. And if they say nothing, it could be because there's about to be the one with the most valuable thing to say. In this case, what could it be? "There's a thing-a-marod, and what it is isn't exactly clear. And what's going to become of it? Museum or city dump, albeit city dumps aren't anything like they used to be. We used to shoot rats in the city dump and of course there were lots of interesting things to discover once the rats were gone. The stuff they stashed away.
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