A Sense of Purpose

In the past month I’ve posted thoughts on war, texting while driving, smoking clowns, reclining dogs and punching your way out of a paper bag.  There is a sense of purpose to what I write, photograph and paint (I use this last term loosely). Here is the “why” of it all:
 Creative thinking should not be tantamount to driving a car safely by staying on one side of the street; sometimes you have to swerve. Sure, you’ll lose followers, but a mental wild ride will attract those who don’t want B to come after A—those are my kind of thinkers.

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