An Enigma In Practice And Purpose.
Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 12:00 am
The beginning of a story does not determine the middle, and the middle does not determine the end. This brief biography is not a narrative, nor is it a expose', nor is it anything remarkably coherent. Lives are like conversations, they begin, then go in odd, unexpected directions, then they end in a moment.
Additionally, whereas many conversations are between two or more people, sometimes, and very rarely so, the entirety of the conversation includes only a single participant. I have spent many years "talking to myself." Assessing, weighing, judging, entertaining. Finding purpose and losing it. Stealing paradigms and dashing them upon the rocks which ride in the wake of the waters at the base of the "cliffs of insanity."
And so, as any good conversation might be interrupted by a passerby's conjecture, I have awoken to new purpose, time and again.
These purpose-finding moments are brief, however, and are soon, also, dashed on the rocky shoals.
Why is this?
I find contentment in contempt of contentment.
And, as such, I continue down the rabbit trail of my conversation-life, determined to seek out, understand, fulfill, and ultimately disseminate and finally destroy what lay before me on my path.
Nothing violent, mind you. Not necessarily.
And many things will be left intact in my wake. It is only the hard and the strong that I shall overcome. The pebble requires dedicated thought. The boulder- to be made into pebbles which, then, require dedicated thought. And, then, dropped and trodden underfoot, I seek my next obstacle.
Not avoiding, like many seem to, but actively seeking out.
Like a boxer climbing the ranks, but in matters of thought and mind, soul and spirit.
As such, I greet you, my friends. And as such I shall be.
Regards,
Brogar Bellbreaker
Additionally, whereas many conversations are between two or more people, sometimes, and very rarely so, the entirety of the conversation includes only a single participant. I have spent many years "talking to myself." Assessing, weighing, judging, entertaining. Finding purpose and losing it. Stealing paradigms and dashing them upon the rocks which ride in the wake of the waters at the base of the "cliffs of insanity."
And so, as any good conversation might be interrupted by a passerby's conjecture, I have awoken to new purpose, time and again.
These purpose-finding moments are brief, however, and are soon, also, dashed on the rocky shoals.
Why is this?
I find contentment in contempt of contentment.
And, as such, I continue down the rabbit trail of my conversation-life, determined to seek out, understand, fulfill, and ultimately disseminate and finally destroy what lay before me on my path.
Nothing violent, mind you. Not necessarily.
And many things will be left intact in my wake. It is only the hard and the strong that I shall overcome. The pebble requires dedicated thought. The boulder- to be made into pebbles which, then, require dedicated thought. And, then, dropped and trodden underfoot, I seek my next obstacle.
Not avoiding, like many seem to, but actively seeking out.
Like a boxer climbing the ranks, but in matters of thought and mind, soul and spirit.
As such, I greet you, my friends. And as such I shall be.
Regards,
Brogar Bellbreaker