As a kid, I wrote. I painted, I drew. I read novels, I read philosophy. I studied speech and thought I wanted to go to law school. I got a paralegal certificate. I went back to reading novels. I wrote books. I took photographs. I did a one-man masters equivalent in photography show. I remodeled my condo. I improvised over 400 musical works. I have designed a museum. I have written a 46-page poem on the works of Kant. I have reviewed books, movies, and art. I sit at my computer and say that nothing has ever happened with these passions and probably never will. I am curious to know what my calling is.