I prefer clean lines and sharp contrast.
Muddled abstractions and a blended palate.
Photo-realism of things not in existence.
To ignore one is to become partially blind.
I prefer outlandish features, off-beat thinking.
To tinker with things not broken, to learn new things.
To see the intrinsic beauty in everything.
All life is important, the universe demands diversity.
I prefer the stripped down basic notes of the delta.
The electronically synthesized notes of the jet-set.
The timeless notes of Bach, Vivaldi, and Brahms.
The inner rhythms of heart, machine and mind.
I prefer the written word, the spoken word, the strummed word, the drummed word.
The words of yesterday, today and tomorrow.
The words of ideas near forgotten, ideas saturating the masses, ideas leaning into modern limits.
I prefer having interest in the broad spectrum of things and never being satisfied with what I know.
I prefer not maintaining a pin-hole knowledge in a macrocosm of information.
I prefer knowing nothing about knowing everything.
I prefer keeping curious.