Breaking All Sorts of Rules
It seems that I am forced, really to always break rules. I've already broken several, you know. The rule that says you're supposed to work like crazy when you're a post-doc. The rule that said you keep doing the same resarch until you retire. The rule that said you aren't supposed to critique your profession, certainly not in public.
I guess I've always liked breaking rules. Rules never suited me well. Not my parent's rules, not rules in school. Maybe that's why I want to really break the rules, Take what's known, the framework n which it is understood and rearrange it - pull it apart, render it fluid, and bring it back together in a different form. Break the drum that keeps being beaten, change the tone, our understanding of the whole, and change the beat.
It's not the data that's off. That's a kind of wholeness in a sense. It's the way we understand them.
Then there's me. Bang the drum quickly. The rules I've made for myself. Liquid drops down my forearm. The old rules, new rules. Forming a puddle on the table. Rules I don't even remember. Slow the beat down. Rules I've made about who I should be. The liquid coalesces, quivering. It's those rules that need breaking. Finally, a solid ball forms, and rolls off the table.