Who Are You, Really?
Only you can answer that — with help
I view myself as an author. One who is co-authoring reality with 7 billion other authors. Most aren’t very good at it, mind you. Some, like myself, are trying to get better.
The stories which most people write for their main protagonist are often especially lousy, repetitive, unimaginative, and constrained. For the most part, our cast of 7 billion just make copies of other people’s stories and then act those out with as much dramatic flair as one can muster for the part of an extra.
Or at least, that’s how it has been in the past. Is that how it must be?
It isn’t that I look down on the people of the past who accepted their roles without contest. I don’t have the temporal provincialism to think that the people in my era got everything about reality correct and that those who came before us were dummies.
No. I have great respect for the ancient heroes and the architects of this world which I get to enjoy. I seek to emulate parts of their stories, even when I don’t necessarily believe in the factual claims of the narrative, or agree with the values and priorities that they had.
History, and the literature it inspired, are the palette from which I dip my brush to gather the colors of emotion to paint onto the canvas of the present.
I simply wish to weave a more interesting tale and paint a more interesting mural than what my forebears could. And those who come behind must do even better still.
The best way to pay tribute to those giants who tower over history for having blazed the trail is not to stay indefinitely on that trail. The best way to honor the innovators is to become one.
A student who does not surpass his teachers has failed, so find the best ones you can and then go beyond where they were to create your own adventure and write your own destiny.
That is the whole of the game.






