As a person with type O blood, you can't help but feel co opted. The beautiful honest intelligent and resourceful creature that is the root of all humanity to come afterward, the As, the Bs, the ABs, all the natural mechanisms, of needing exercise, proper diet, the fight or flight adrenal response, taken advantage of. They come along, have an odd and persistent self-confidence, a love of money and agriculture and staying put, as if they never got bored of any of it, show off in front of the poor O creature relegated to--despite all his well-honed survival skills, strength, poetry, humor and dexterity and appetite for life--sidelines inhabited by the manipulated, the ignored, the peasant fringes, victim of marketing. The hint is dropped, O is excitable, crazy, full of odd behaviors that should be left behind if we as a race are to advance.

Strange abhorrent creature, source of all wisdom and invention, civilization.

So, modern times needs art. a way of being in touch.

Ghosts are around us.