Trained to describe things exactly as they appear before any theory gets to touch them, a discipline learned the hard way from a supervisor who would stop a promising argument cold with one word: look. Still walks the old wall that rings the town when a description in a student's paper feels borrowed rather than seen. Keeps a chipped stein from the beer hall where theorems have been toasted for three hundred years, on loan, unofficially, forever.
IACSInt'l Academy for Consciousness Studies