PROLOGUE: INTRODUCTION TO THESIS
Alright, so I have a "Broken-mind" as some may call it. My Corpus Callosum was many years ago, and I've disregarded the signs to this point. But now I fear I may still be montrer signs of a split-brain. This clipboard is a sign of it. My keeping a clipboard for personal thoughts is somewhat divisé, split for my working clipboard. The other is a record of scientific thought, and my mathematical skills. But science often interferes with my personal thought, that which is yet to be explained.
Corpus Callosum, a treatment for "Split-brain". I have to record this, to remind myself. And I must remind myself that I have to remind myself to record this. My personal thinking is often very different from what others believe it to be. Some think I am a slave to science. Yes, I serve the scientific cause, but my mind is broken between science and my theological, and emotional mentality.
There are actually two Kowalskies[1] running around in one body. Though, I don't believe anyone knows of my other persona, my actions, normally the rash and hyperactive side of me, montrer my broken mind. I have a notebook, where "Adam" Kowalski and "Eve" Kowalski often argue with each other. I have dubbed them "Adam" and "Eve" Kowalski because together, they make a simile to the Bible stories in "Genesis". Though "Adam" Kowalski does not believe in the Bible, "Eve" Kowalski does, so it seemed to fit. Together they spawn a race of ideas that become what people see me as. But, my surgery has obviously not worked, because "Adam" and "Eve" Kowalski try to become "Cane and Able" every now and then... [2]
[1] Is that the plural of Kowalski?
[2] I apologize to atheist and other religions besides Christianity, but that is the only one I know quite well, and it is easier for me to apply science to.
Alright, so I have a "Broken-mind" as some may call it. My Corpus Callosum was many years ago, and I've disregarded the signs to this point. But now I fear I may still be montrer signs of a split-brain. This clipboard is a sign of it. My keeping a clipboard for personal thoughts is somewhat divisé, split for my working clipboard. The other is a record of scientific thought, and my mathematical skills. But science often interferes with my personal thought, that which is yet to be explained.
Corpus Callosum, a treatment for "Split-brain". I have to record this, to remind myself. And I must remind myself that I have to remind myself to record this. My personal thinking is often very different from what others believe it to be. Some think I am a slave to science. Yes, I serve the scientific cause, but my mind is broken between science and my theological, and emotional mentality.
There are actually two Kowalskies[1] running around in one body. Though, I don't believe anyone knows of my other persona, my actions, normally the rash and hyperactive side of me, montrer my broken mind. I have a notebook, where "Adam" Kowalski and "Eve" Kowalski often argue with each other. I have dubbed them "Adam" and "Eve" Kowalski because together, they make a simile to the Bible stories in "Genesis". Though "Adam" Kowalski does not believe in the Bible, "Eve" Kowalski does, so it seemed to fit. Together they spawn a race of ideas that become what people see me as. But, my surgery has obviously not worked, because "Adam" and "Eve" Kowalski try to become "Cane and Able" every now and then... [2]
[1] Is that the plural of Kowalski?
[2] I apologize to atheist and other religions besides Christianity, but that is the only one I know quite well, and it is easier for me to apply science to.
"Skipper, haven't we heard this code before? 'Take me out to the ball game?'"
"I believe you're right, Kowalski. A couple months ago, when Marlene had that roommate, I think I remember hearing that exact phrase."
"So toi think Rhonda's returned?"
"I'm afraid so. And if Rhonda's returned, that must mean that Blowhole is after us again. That Blowhole never rests, does he?"
"Shouldn't we go inform Private and Rico?"
"I don't think we have time for that!"
"What do toi mean we-"
"DUCK!" Skipper yelled as a giant chrome homard crashed through the roof. They slide out of the way, and escape through the back door into the sewer. Then they climb up to the ladder and go out into the park, sûr, sans danger from the danger, for now.
"Skipper..." Started Kowalski.
"Yes?"
"WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!?"
"I believe Blowhole has made a bit of an advancement on chrome claw. A deadly one, I might add."
"I believe you're right, Kowalski. A couple months ago, when Marlene had that roommate, I think I remember hearing that exact phrase."
"So toi think Rhonda's returned?"
"I'm afraid so. And if Rhonda's returned, that must mean that Blowhole is after us again. That Blowhole never rests, does he?"
"Shouldn't we go inform Private and Rico?"
"I don't think we have time for that!"
"What do toi mean we-"
"DUCK!" Skipper yelled as a giant chrome homard crashed through the roof. They slide out of the way, and escape through the back door into the sewer. Then they climb up to the ladder and go out into the park, sûr, sans danger from the danger, for now.
"Skipper..." Started Kowalski.
"Yes?"
"WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!?"
"I believe Blowhole has made a bit of an advancement on chrome claw. A deadly one, I might add."
