When I was in 3rd grade I would steal books from my grandfather’s shelf.
Books that covered the history of psychology and philosophy – and books about the mind.
My grandfather, Paul, was a professor in New York – one of his students was Stanley Kubrick – and Paul would sit me on his lap and talk for hours to me about these subjects. I was fascinated. He had a photographic memory. I loved him and looked up to him.
He really sparked my curiosity especially about the mind, so I would steal his books.
My uncle, also named Paul, was a Harvard mathematician and a Jesuit priest who was really interested in physics. For him, science was no threat to his religious belief system. He talked me lots about science, chaos theory – he loved to talk about cloning and how it could impact the soul.