Invision

But the point is I could assume different characters instantly, and that this little play of mind would not have occurred except in random reality.

When I was in my period of analysis I probably assumed the identity of a writer. I wanted to write and tried. But all I could get was sentimental nonsense. I didn't know anything. I know in Europe I had the identity of a writer. However when I came to San Francisco I changed my identity to artist, possibly by accident or cosmic orchestration. If the writer is left brain the artist is right brain, my theory is that my epiphanic episode was a jump into the right brain. This would mean that most of my orientation of reasoning became symbolic. I lost the sense of the individuality of things. A chair was not my chair of such and such a name, style, cost and comfort. It became a symbol of all chairs, the one elemental chair, distinctive only in shape, color, size, smell, feeling and possibly symbolic of archetypal usage by particular universal characters. I was going to build a chair with ceramic arms and legs but the thing got to complicated.

Because my epiphany, like a sledgehammer hit me with the revelation of my extraordinariness, my day-in, day-out world should also be extraordinary. There came the need to make the mundane exceptional. I met a guy once down at a Taqueria at Mission and twenty-fifth, that had a quite good steak burrito, and went there now and then for years. He told me he was Jesus Christ. He looked homeless to me. He said his state of appearance was because he was living the true vision of Christ, as destitute and helping the poor and disadvantaged.

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