I like to think of myself as a pragmatic optimist; despite the abundant and admonishing evidence that the world is, more or less, doomed in a macroscopic sense, I'm rooting for Archaea to be our replacement.
Even though I don't get to go outside nearly as often as I'd like, I'm very strongly enamored by the earth and its resident biota. I'm also not ashamed to admit that trees and the ocean can be great company.
I like the stuff other humans bother to create too, on occasion; I tend to appreciate longer stories, shorter poems, irregularly shaped architecture, thoughtful compositions, etc. I prefer the kind of art makes discover something you would have never even thought about beforehand.
And, as evidenced by the apparent stream of consciousness above, my mind is perfectly content to wander in a vague abyss of thought until something concrete pours out of it. Some days I contemplate the existence of the moon, and others if the gradual disappearance of the Y chromosome means that humans are inexorably spiraling towards eusociality; however, I usually find myself somewhere around what it is to be conscious and how to do that better.
Hopefully that clarifies a little bit about what I am and what I want to be.
Oh, and by the way, I'm not allowed to change my username unless I pay money. Apparently, a younger version of myself decided to try this out and banged in whatever letters met his fingers. Oops.