A sign among signs since birth,
Entangled in endless semiosis,
To arrive beyond infinity at thirdness by mediation of a first and a second,
Trying to come to terms with an object in form of an interpretant with the help of a representamen,
And by this creating other signs.
No, not an artist,
Because I don't care about what art is
I just do things the way I do things,
And what you think is not what I think
So what I think when I create things,
You can't think of when you see things
But if I did my thing right,
And you start to think about what you see,
Then the beautiful mind is set free.