Every self is a universe, surrounded by other selves, all of whom are moving through a world of their own construction that exists in a vast, maybe infinite, physical universe. This is the dichotomy of the physical/psychosocial reality. Can We Categorize?  Confronted with a reality of such scope and magnitude, it’s natural to want to make sense of it somehow, to put things in boxes, to file

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“I yam what I yam.”   -Popeye We’re constantly in contact with people. We’re playing the chameleon day in and day out. Some do it well, some live in a swirling vortex of conflict, always wondering why everyone else is so stupid or dysfunctional when, well, maybe it’s not everyone else at all.  It may seem somewhat trite to reduce all social life down to something like: “Accept others

This isn’t astrology people. You’re not determined to be one thing or another for your entire life. Everybody grows up. When you’re a child, probably until 6 or so, you’re family is the center of your universe. It’s all you know, it’s all-important. Then, of course, you go to school and learn that if you don’t behave yourself, you get smacked with a ruler or sent to the coat closet or whatever