Yes, okay, it's cool to be quirky, maybe, on the side. Do some puzzles, make puzzles, whatever, learn how to ride a unicycle. That's cool when it's on the side and you have a plan. What happens when you remove the plan? What you're left with is a guy who likes to do anagrams. And doesn't have a job. . . Sweet, that's a catch.
The body is like a sentence that invites us to rearrange it, so that its real meaning becomes clear through a series of endless anagrams.
My name is only an anagram of toilets.
The truth is an anagram of an anagram.