Abstract

My father would have loved the idea of me writing this introduction on behalf of my family, a task which is, to be frank, a little intimidating, given this audience that he held in such high esteem. My father’s mind could take him anywhere, to many places where—especially in the last year of his life—his body could not. Anyone lucky enough to have conversed with him knows that with Dr. Joseph Ransdell (Joe to many, and Dad to his daughters), you started off a conversation in one place, and for the next hour at least, you followed his mind around subjects like perception, belief, the nature of reality, until, as in the T.S. Eliot quote he loved, you arrived where you started and knew the place for the first time.As..