Tilltwelve, 63

born with a non standard brain (apparently)i find myself pondering paradox and considering the unlikly.
all of this i consider quite seriously, yet, believe that all is folly. still, i seek harmony, in a musical sense in the personal realm...it's so much more interesting than solos. interplay with no intention other than the play moving seamlessly to the next transient moment. i've traveled the world and had, in the process, had the opportunity to observe peoples and cultures from all walks of life from many corners of the globe. within this i've found a profound sameness overlain with an unimportant surface of culturally aquired differences. this cultural tapestry is entertaining, none-the-less, and for a time held my interest. prone to existential meanderings that seeminly lead to labrytine uncertainty. so, anyway, i find solace in making things....be it a stone wall, a house, table, or whatever keeps me in this unending moment where , at least, it seems to mean something. blah blah blah. auto didactic and primarily spacial/visual, this material world just doesn't seem to hold the same interest for me that it does for most.
i've no idea if anyone here understands my mad ramblings, but it seems to be a likeler propect than match.com. feel free to approch, reproach, ridicule or castigate at will.