About the Author
Christopher Stetson Wilson
Artist / Philosopher / Shaman
I was born and raised in Lakeland, Florida, later fleeing to Oberlin College in Ohio because it was the only college north of the Mason-Dixon line that would take me. I left the glorified parking lot that is Florida because I appreciate little about the state beyond thunderstorms, the ocean, and its proximity to the Bahamas (which are now uninhabitable anyway because of bloodthirsty sharks everywhere).
At Oberlin I majored in economics and discovered that I am not even the least bit homosexual. I sought refuge in the campus radio station, WOBC, where my talk show BootyPhones could allow my voice to be ignored by a much larger population. My love of humor and social influence established, I eventually wandered, out of boredom and a search for meaning, into the realm of comic strips where I can make less money than I ever dreamed possible.
Today, I live in Providence, Rhode Island, where artists and social misfits are celebrated rather than lynched, and everyone is smarter and sexier than you are probably. I have recently rejected an offer to study sociology at UWASH – Seattle in order to pursue a career as a musician/shaman. That is not a joke.
I believe the concept of the rational actor is a fiction; human beings are instead products of a dense tapestry of traumas and triumphs that create a mind laden with contradictions endlessly vying for action and attention – a psychological and spiritual dialectic. In a world with no god and no meaning, we are living on a blank white canvas and so have the opportunity to create the meaning we choose for humanity. This is perhaps the greatest gift we as humans have, and simultaneously our greatest vulnerability. I choose love and patience, and hope to influence others to do the same. My ultimate goal is to become emotionally strong enough to forgive everyone who ever wronged me.
My favorite animal is dogs. My least favorite animal is babies.