Invision

What am I worth? Worth was power or so said my epiphany. And what was power? Could only be to make change. Actually I think I thought this. I was not much, but something of a potter. I made things from clay. I then assessed the worth of what I made. Nope not much. And then at some point I studied Picasso, where someone had informed me that Picasso had or was having a ceramic stage. At some point I also learned that the value of Picasso's art was what he said it was. Who is going to argue with Picasso? And maybe along here I decided, neither was art going to stop any wars. If I am Picasso, and I could believe that I was by adopting his mind, what I make is worth what I say it is. Since I am not Picasso, but only Picasso's mind, I had to give it my own worth by giving it power.

Power was the power to believe anything. But there was the problem of science, as fixed laws which by the consistency of the sequence of all things, limits of course what one can believe, if these scientific propositions are for certain true. You can't walk through walls. There is something true about that. You can't live in a complete fantasy world where all there is is you. Believing in science is easy for most everyone. They are all up against the wall. What may or may not be on the other side, if there is an other side, is just a guess. I'm guessin' it's over there. So maybe I have been over there. Trouble is there may have been nothing there. Or rather it was there but empty.

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