On Being "Kaleidoscopic Vision Man"

The gift of perception is bestowed upon the stark mind when an orgasm is shared between Neurology and Phenomenology. There can be no gift without their tantric copulation under the sheets of experience. No perception can arise if both parties decide not to carnally converge.

Thankfully, at the Dawn of Man, they decided to "get it on". And now we have hideous things, confounding things, recondite things, things within things, things athwart things, and the multifarious things of commerce and ecology. We have a veritable party of perceptions prancing around in prismatic underwear. We have an empire of things adorned in the garments of individual notions, ideas, inklings, and revelations. We have a social network of...you get the idea. Neurology and Phenomenology had sex, and so came the prodigal son, daughter, or whatever you want to call "IT".

With this being said, it must be stated that my perceptions probably differ from yours. While your world is made up of right angles and right people trying to do the right thing, my world is made up of morphing colors that are held together by an immutable point. Yes, that's right, I have "kaleidoscopic vision".

I was born with a unique eyesight that many view as aberrant, unorthodox, and weird. I see a tetra-object revolving around a singular eye. The tetra-object dances around the singular eye until I move my head and find another object that always comes in fours. It has always been this way. It will never change.

When I was an adolescent, I found the kaleidoscopic vision to be disorienting, but now I feel comfortable with it. It feels natural. At all times, it feels like I am immersed in an arabesque, a Persian rug of morphing possibilities.

I am not religious, but I do believe in an after-life kind of existence. Maybe in this after-life I will acquire the vision of your average Homo Sapien? Everything will become straight. There will be gravity. There will be solidity.

In a couple of days, a female journalist is coming by to interview me. She wants to know about my uncanny way of viewing things. I hope she quad-smiles at me when I tell her jokes.

Sigh...it is so lonely being me.