A bad Vulcan under an electric puce sky...

There's probably some kind of large intellectual magnet out there in the galaxy that collectively pulls human minds in certain logical directions as they learn and come to define realities within the confines of those learnings. I've always been equally as interested in things the mind rejects. Things the magnet can't pull. The concepts and consciousnesses that are to be avoided because they are not serious or threatening to the mind and its concomitant civilization. I find that I'm just naturally much more attuned to the flash associative logic of music and madness and animals.