December 29, 2010

I, Thinker

My father made sure I was a thinker. In my formative years, he himself was a thinker who constantly shared his thoughts and the thoughts of the world's greatest thinkers.

All in the mind, my father would say about anything from a hunger for a chocolate candy bar to people's reaction to being tickled.

"We're conditioned as babies to react the way we react," he explained with a serious face, nonplussed by my tickle test. All in the mind.

I'm glad my father made sure I was a thinker. It's the second greatest gift he's ever given me.

See life from the point of view of my big black brain, now and forever in the blocks labeled Sapien Homo on my author blog.