“A rich inner world” is one phrase used to describe me as a kid by whoever said those kinds of things. Whatever deficiencies I have with my sensory inputs, my imagination makes up for it. Music for example. My brain’s always composing music. It hears the world poorly and invents the missing parts, usually by assigning pitches and creating songs. I can listen or consciously guide it. My fingers were never fast enough to capture it all on a piano, and my lack of patience with the slowness of computer music production kept my use of it on a very basic level. SO I just enjoy it. But I have had an obsession with “thought collecting” for years and have put it into practice. I have part of my brain (written output) uploaded in 2015 in several places. I’m glad when I see it has downloads; maybe someone can use it for something.

Whatever deficiencies I have with my sensory inputs, my imagination makes up for it.

Music for example. My brain’s always composing music. It hears the world poorly and invents the missing parts, usually by assigning pitches and creating songs. I can listen or consciously guide it.

My fingers were never fast enough to capture it all on a piano, and my lack of patience with the slowness of computer music production kept my use of it on a very basic level.

SO I just enjoy it. But I have had an obsession with “thought collecting” for years and have put it into practice. I have part of my brain (written output) uploaded in 2015 in several places. I’m glad when I see it has downloads; maybe someone can use it for something.

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 What’s interesting is I tend to see (interpret) uniquenesses and it seems you may tend to interpret mergings and yet we’re both pattern seeking

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