March 19, 2006

Who am I? Who am “I”? By all that breathes beneath the oceans' waves, how should one go about defining The Self? Yet I am expected to by very virtue of virtual real estate rental we call a web page. If I were a handful of clicks less lazy, I would first research the approach taken upon the vast seas of Narcissistic Shrines of this landlesscape, that one would take to such an essay. But then, would I not simply co-opt the opinions of others to present instead, which by the Laws of Philosophical Mathematics cannot be valid to define The Self? I try to be keen, as should you, to ensure that my opinions originate from The Self, and not implanted by means of any external media outside of personal experience. An impossible, yet vital task for the mind to undertake, as well as exploit in others.

I have put off this formality of design and self definition as long as I could. I fear I have to say that I must disappoint you again, if you were the odd sort who awaited an explanation, and visited this essay in hopes of receiving its delivery. You see, I dare not attempt to describe the vast and complicated formula that is Me in merely a handful or less of paragraphs. Yet, at the same time, I cannot put together a single, full paragraph of anything which might be interesting to you. Much like all things, I am unique.

I am just a guy. I do my things. I reside somewhere between normal and abnormal, if such a relationship is even truly measurable. I have no ambitions, and little drive to do more than sleep. All at once, at any given moment, I care for with deep love, dismiss with absolute disinterest, and curse with utter disdain the rest of the human race, or anything else for that matter. Sure, I am of a certain age, I live in a place, and know some people, but such things are so temporary, that if included, would require me to rewrite this essay at a latter date, under the interests of au courant. Writing cuts into time better spent in dream, so I will do all I can to avoid such an obligation. Or any obligation, for that matter.

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