For a long time, I dedicated time to managing my image, an extension of living in a community where worrying about what your neighbours thought of you was considered important (an extension of the group dynamics of social animals), which was handed to me by my parents and such.
We aren’t removed from the tribal characteristics of our ancestors — we just think we are.
There’s nothing the matter with wanting to please ourselves through the use of our “mirror neurons” with which we naturally mimic one another.
In other words, I’m telling myself it’s okay to be all the parts of me — including the flesh-and-bones member of one species — even the ones I’ve told goodbye!
With that said, I am back to watering the seeds of the future.
Planting ideas that have only 12852 sols (13205 days) to reseed the next generation.
Time to shop for more parts at Radio Shack to help reduce inventory at the local store, not knowing which one will be closed to keep Radio Shack the corporation solvent.
What shall I build next?
On the way to Mars…