The Intro:

Monday, October 1, 2012

The Intro:

I’m not going to describe my past, my past, the intimate moments of my life that you have not lived, are not yours to know unless I feel close enough to you to share them.
I am here, this is the present. I am not sure why I am here, I am not sure of what to do here, I am not sure of nearly anything.

I am a writer, I am a thinker. I am a philosopher and a psychologist in study if not in degree. I am human, I am post-human, and I have been trans-human since the day I was born. I am a male and my body is young, yet my mind older than any mind that has ever lived.

How do I know? I know because i know, there need not be a reason, for there isn’t one. A mind is not defined by years as is the body, the mind is defined by its acceptance of the end, by its knowledge of the end.

I am different, but who doesn’t say that? I want to say what has not been said, to see what has not been seen, and show what cannot be shown. I know myself, and if you stay a while, maybe one day you will know me.

My mind is a tool. I use it.

My body is a temple. I worship it.

My death is a blessing. I embrace it.

“And it was written that no hand but his should wield the Sword held in the Stone, but he did draw it out, like fire in his hand, and his glory did burn the world. Thus did it begin. Thus do we sing his Rebirth. Thus do we sing the beginning.” ~The Dragon Reborn