Enthusiastic in the front, skeptic in the back.
The dialectic of mind enframes the rational man. When we peel off the plastic of certainty, we uncover the beauty of chasing ambiguity.
When we see that the true bearers of consciousness are patterns of continuous variation rather than preprogrammed automata, we relish our idiosyncrasies.
Naïveté is on par with idealism.
What we demand instead is the thrill of belief, vacuuming up all the information around us without pre-consolidating our vision with the cockiness of mastery.
Every single person has their own blend of style, just like the unique acoustic signature of birds. Wonderfully different, in search of random incursions.