looking
back I now understand a beginning.
My family had just moved to London and I
was put in a school which soon revealed my
dys·lex·i·a.
To
manage this condition I was occasionally
tutored in Sigmund Freud's study,
surrounded by his collection of ancient
artifacts. These became my
lessons, as my tutor would pick
something up and launch into its
story. Perhaps it was
Mesopotamian. Perhaps it was Egyptian,
or Greek,
or Roman, and so on. Everything
had a story from its time, its culture,
its meaning. It also had a meaning
to Freud and his theories and his
neuroscience language. All this
was relayed to me. This was my
normal and it trained me to see and
experience the world around me in
addition to multiple other contributing
factors. The underlying question I
was trained to ask . . . why?
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