I’m a verbal construction worker. Frankness is my specialty. My vision for this website is Science Camp so I'm always on vacation, but I write to build public knowledge not private profit or personal preference.
New construction work is always in-progress, but Articles without "under construction" notices in them are finished, and amendments, if any, are noted in comments.
The views expressed on this website are mine, and nothing I say will ever be "co-signed" by a higher power, because omniscience can’t co-sign any ignorance. Nevertheless, I seek to find the Divine Design with my thought-projects.
“We are not physical beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a physical experience.” —Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
There’s one more thing you need to know about me: I have a gender-fluid mind.
When I’m having experiences, I am “in my body,” which means that I am a female person living on a timeline—The Timeline—of Reality.
But when I am trying to connect the dots in retrospect to explain the significance of events that I experienced or learned about, I am “in my mind,” and unless the event I am “dreaming” about happened to my body (some events happen to the body, but other events happen only to the mind, e.g., someone bearing false witness, and all sorts of other Injustices that “hit” out of the blue without physical force), I will often “think like” I am male, not female.
I can’t explain why—no one can “explain themself” like that—because “being” is all that it is possible to “do.”
But I am certain that there are other people who feel “mentally gender-fluid” like I am.
Over time, I stopped trying to suppress my mental identity crisis, and the mental gender-fluid feeling mushroomed and took root in my psyche.
In 2023, I surrendered to the dreamy mushroom cloud of gender-dynamic thought-bubbles, and I re-named myself Frank, after Frank the giant bunny rabbit in the movie “Donnie Darko,” because of my superlative (read: rabbit-holey in the beginning) Apocalyptic vision, which began on 8/28/2010 when “People are dying to communicate” was miraculously written on a blank email of mine.
Since then, I’ve been of Frank the giant bunny rabbit mind.
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