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What Is An "i", And Why Are Such Things Found (at Least So Far) Only In Association With, As Poet Russell Edson Once Wonderfully Phrased It, "teetering Bulbs Of Dread And Dream" - That Is, Only In Association With Certain Kinds Of Gooey Lumps Encased In Hard Protective Shells Mounted Atop Mobile Pedestals That Roam The World On Pairs Of Slightly Fuzzy, Jointed Stilts?

There Has To Be A Common Sense Cutoff For Craziness, And When That Threshold Is Exceeded, Then The Criteria For Publication Should Get Far, Far More Stringent.

In The End, We Self-perceiving, Self-inventing, Locked-in Mirages Are Little Miracles Of Self-reference.

You Make Decisions, Take Actions, Affect The World, Receive Feedback From The World, Incorporate It Into Yourself, Then The Updated 'you' Makes More Decisions, And So Forth, 'round And 'round.

We Don't Want To Focus On The Trees (or Their Leaves) At The Expense Of The Forest.