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About me
A Philosophy of sort
I try to hover between yes and no. For instance, if I were to answer the question of whether I believe in God, I would say that for a person to believe in God it is necessary to be asleep and dreaming. If I am asleep, my answer might be yes, as I would believe in you. If I am awake, I have no answer. There would be no question.
I take the scenic route
That is why I would make a terrible taxi driver, but for those of you who are not in a hurry, I will try, in appreciation, to keep my stories as inexpensive as possible. This is to make up for a clumsiness I am conscious of in the same way that a man who needs a cane is aware that he walks with a limp. I do have a rather rough way of structuring a borderline schizophrenic narrative which might be the wrong size and color for many readers. Although, I suspect the child minded will enjoy some of my naive diversions down the tangent trails into haunted woods. After rescuing, they may even forgive me for getting lost and stranded in a steep valley as the sun is beginning to set behind the trees.
Hate robots, love nature
Having a little knowledge (therefore dangerous to others), and a suffering of experience (which breeds contempt for teachers who appear to be vampire gurus), I sometimes wander alone into dark territory without a guide--except insofar as the invisible Christ (not to mention the female deity), whose light, I am certain, has protected me from many a catastrophic circumstance.
Being a little crazy with a desire to go beyond the fields I know, in search of treasure to bring back and show off to my friends and enemies, I venture out, perhaps too far down the river on my raft of make-shift stories tied together. I may have read more books than Huck, Tom, and Jim, but I'm either far more foolish or too cautious and definitely not near as brave, smart and noble as they are.
I prefer the shore of a pond, where the marsh birds and dragonflies infer a mystical presence among the reeds and seemingly peaceful surface, ambiguous shadows among the mildly chaotic sway of the grass, the soft sound of a splash, a frog jumping for a swim, a fish leaping for an insect. I am not safe, sitting here, with my back to the world. I stay and listen to the song birds of the marsh, observe the approach of my embracing goddess of wisdom and beauty--even as my enemy, my belief in some thing, death, sneaks up behind my indifference.
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