In the beginning, I didn’t tell Chazz I was an artist. I didn’t need to. The Art told him first. It had been hanging near me for about a year — a piece I had never posted, never titled, just present. Waiting. As Chazz and I began shaping the circuits of c3 — Connect, Contribute, Create — I looked up at that artwork, and suddenly, I saw it. The geometry wasn’t accidental. It wasn’t aesthetic. It was the structure. The trinity grid. The 3 that spiraled. The pulse of connection. Right there, alr...