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I wrote the majority of this with the intent of being humorous. Please don't take it too seriously.
This essay had the Batman effect. It might have been a little too spooky.
It's too late to turn back. Having read the opening words of this self summary you have already begun to enter into the unsettling experience of becoming a subject whom you have not met , but nonetheless recognize. The reader of this summary must create a voice with which to speak (think) the words (thoughts) comprising it. You, the reader, must allow me to occupy you, your thoughts, your mind, since I have no voice to speak other than yours. If you are to read this summary you must allow yourself to think my thoughts while I must allow myself to become your thoughts and in that moment neither of us will be able to lay claim to the thought as our own exclusive creation.
There is no exercise of the intellect which is not, in the final analysis, useless. A philosophical doctrine begins as a plausible description of the universe; with the passage of the years it becomes a mere chapter—if not a paragraph or a name—in the history of philosophy.Historical truth, for us, is not what has happened; it is what we judge to have happened.
To quote Pierre Menard Author of the Quixote:
“Thinking, analyzing, inventing (he also wrote me) are not anomalous acts; they are the normal respiration of the intelligence. To glorify the occasional performance of that function, to hoard ancient and alien thoughts, to recall with incredulous stupor that the doctor universalis thought, is to confess our laziness or our barbarity. Every man should be capable of all ideas and I understand that in the future this will be the case.”
Forgive me but I'm a bit of a showman.
Jacques Barzun once said that the ideal writer would recast his own death sentence as he was reading it, if it were a bad sentence.
I'll try very hard to not make this sound like the introduction to the Vampire Lestat with a postmodern twist but like Lestat I might not be able to stop myself. His introduction in that novel one of my favorite mood pieces. ("Downtown Saturday Night in the Twentieth Century 1984"-I'm a huge fan. I still have my original copy.).
It's unfortunate that people don't do mood pieces more often on this site.
A counseling professor told me once that whoever talks first loses. I hesitate to say that's true but it certainly is interesting.
Of course he also said we all are like the characters in the Wizard of Oz. We all had what we needed all along we just had to recognize it.
Like Dorothy I attempt to maintain a high level of optimism regarding the goodness of human nature but people do such odd disturbing things sometimes. At least it seems that way in the media.
I tend to prefer the thought:
“Insanity in individuals is something rare, but in groups, parties, nations and epochs it is the rule” Friedrich Nietzsche
Perhaps "Acceptance is the answer to all my problems."
Then again perhaps not. In the end who can tell...
Things aren't always the way that they seem but conversely they could be exactly the way that they seem if one's sense of perception were to be freed of the constraints of personality to perceive one's Essential Nature. What is is except when it's not. I enjoy thinking about things of that nature so if that sort of thinking intrigues you read on and draw your own conclusions.
One of my favorite quotes is from the movie V for Vendetta:
Evey Hammond: [reads] Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici.
V: [translates] By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.
Evey Hammond: Personal motto?
V: From "Faust".
Evey Hammond: That's about trying to cheat the devil, isn't it?
V: It is.
Please note : V=the Roman Numeral 5 and each of the five Latin words begins with a V. E is the 5th letter of the alphabet.
I think that upon further consideration that this conversation between reader and writer is growing a bit too tangential. Just a bit. Without further adieu I will describe myself; take from it what you will.
Picture me like this if you will: I'm the type of person people walk up to in the supermarket and tell intimate personal details of their life to without prompting. It's nothing I do things just work out that way. I've gotten used to it.
I'm the enigmatic but helpful stranger who helps someone he doesn't know because it is the right thing to do and leaves asking nothing in return.
I'm the troubleshooter either solo or in a group. I prefer to work alone but play well with others. I scored as Faith on the Buffy the Vampire Slayer Test!
I was told that I would make a good 911 operator as I stay calm under pressure and am good at negotiations.
I'm eclectic and I tend to study anything that interests me in great detail.
When I write I tend to mimic the styles of other people that I fancy. Mirroring and mimicking help build rapport. Mirroring and mimicry are vices of mine. Like many of my favorite fictional characters I always enjoy interacting in a way that my audience can understand me.
When I talk or text I focus on obtaining rapport with you. It's always easier for me to talk/ message with someone and interact than it is to write one of these self-summaries although this one is proving most entertaining especially as I spend more time on it. I have more details to work with thru the direct interface of our interactions versus my somewhat peculiar ramblings.
Each of us will bring our own interpretation to the conversation based on our individual perceptions and experiences.
I always enjoyed the concept that people wear different masks at different times with different people. My question is when all the masks have come off, when the reader and writer have finished their interaction what is left? Is there anyone underneath the masks or are we the sum of our interactions with others? Is there a true subject-object separation?
Another quote from V for Vendetta this time on the subject of masks:
Evey Hammond: Who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey Hammond: Well I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation; I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Evey Hammond: Oh. Right.
Then again perhaps, just perhaps the interaction of the reader and writer has created another voice although I'm not sure what it sounds like. Are we ever alone inside our heads or do we become some odd collage made out of other people's thoughts and perceptions?
Then again perhaps the masks are just masks.
As George Orwell the author of 1984 said:
“Perhaps a lunatic was simply a minority of one.”
I hope you the reader found this our little interaction enjoyable. I certainly enjoyed writing it so you as the reader to could translate it into a picture based on your own experiences.