Now consider that there are others like you - self-contained beings (beings!) and that you can know them in ways vast and varied with little amplitudes and frequencies and symbols that with which we can convey things that otherwise would be isolated in our own consciousnesses. Little things that have no intrinsic meanings but the ones we give them so we can contact other people in other times with pictures we can't see, words we can't hear. The smell of rain. The sound of sincerity. Butterflies in your stomach.
This is why I
I began writing in kindergarten or first grade (mostly plagiarisms of a sort), and it's still very fulfilling, if not easy. I started tons of "novels" as a kid that generally made it no farther than page five.
I've always loved the fantastic, be it Animorphs (Does anybody else remember those? I guess that I dropped the series at around book forty, and I still want to know how it ends!), Pokemon (Red and Blue, 'cause I guess Americans dislike green XD), Harry Potter, Magic: the Gathering, or a fantasy novel read under my desk, because after a while my teachers learned I was still paying attention.
I’m passionate about certain other things, but I find disagreement exhilarating. I love intellectual conversation interspersed with quippishness and maybe a touch of sarcasm.
I’m a total sap, but be not deceived into thinking I'm a pushover; I choose my battles. I don't want to die on every hill.
The OKC Bot says I'm a good guy who'll try to be ready with a shoulder when you cry and chicken soup when you have a cold. I'll keep my pants on, though, until I'm okay with having offspring.
Oh - I am an agnostic atheist, but I'll respect your right to believe what you do.
I might stop there and leave you wanting more (because I'm such a tease), but you may continue.