A poet, a dreamer, and a romantic, unsure as to whether he’s always joking or never joking. A passionate sceptic whose hobbies include; ecstatic daydreaming, creating imaginary worlds, pursuing self-actualisation, philosophising with a hammer, transforming my friends into hyperbolic characterisations of themselves, pretending to be arrogant, performing, pushing back the boundaries of 'normality' and celebrating for no apparent reason.
I also enjoy; introspection, altered states of consciousness and integrity. Despite all appearances to the contrary, I don’t take myself seriously - rather I take life very seriously. I’m a joker who likes to entertain, to break monotony and gloom, and to look at the big picture. I’m fond of genuinely nice people who aren’t prone to bitterness, jealousy or spite. I am the war against banausic pragmatism, anthropocentrism, cultural degeneration and tyranny.
Eloquent, intuitive and expressive, I live my life as a performing art. Complex beyond the horizon of explanation, I seamlessly cross between worlds. A restless genius who offends people by telling them the truth, I am acid in the face of cynics. My purpose in life is to make the magic come alive.
A polychromatic polymath, I relish luxury, comfort, beauty, politeness, courage, and progress. I have no time for futilitarians. I am a perennial optimist who advocates making the world a better place. Dare to dream.
I take a deep personal interest in people, and I like it when people take a deep personal interest in me. Superficial banter bores me. Profundity and thorough examination of feelings is much more to my liking. I desire a slow-paced life in the heart of beautiful natural surroundings, far away from the hectic pulse of human hysteria and competitive status-seeking.
What am I? Who is the real me? Do these questions even have an answer? Does it really matter anyway? Is the notion of "self" even a valid concept? These are the sort of labyrinthine questions that race through my mind when I try to fill in a profile. Lassitude will abruptly bring this oration to a halt and force me to amuse myself elsewhere.
If you intrepidly state your opinions, you’ll be perceived as arrogant. If you remain reticent, you have to live with the knowledge that you’re a hypocritical coward. I felt the latter option was more sinister. Caught between a rock and a hard place, I take the liberty of gate-crashing the minds of almost everyone I meet.
Who am I behind the smoke and mirrors? That kid in his play room, lost in his imagination, where all his toys are alive and immersed in a unfurling story where the creator and audience become one and the same. And having seen the divine therein, has no intension of ever returning to the place others call reality.
So it has been said - by the voices in my head. There you have me in a nutshell, the first and last creative supernova you will ever meet.
Do not be optimistic against reality, but in spite of it....
The three word thing that got dumped here;
I am divine, heroic, and magical
Don't take me literally. I require interpretation.