From birth your author has been just as this space is now, open to any interpretation, an empty space to be filled by memories, experiences, negativity and it's polar opposite, optimism. Julian Gomez a traveler in my space and blog, a lover of dance and tribal enthusiasm, a semblance of what he was as a child. Your author has learned life's lessons, has let the marrow of life squeeze through his collapsing fingers. Imagine if you can, a fist whose grip on life is fierce, yet it's lessons are learned only when attempting to wash their memory from it's skin. His "About Me" section was a little placid, certainly not his best work of prose, so here we will witness another "About Me" attempt. This attempt will mirror in many ways that of Odysseus and his soldiers to escape that dreadful land of the Cyclops. Odysseus and his soldiers will come not within striking distance, their sharpened gifts of our great earth poses no harm to Zemog and his intention of detailing his "me". The Cyclops will continue on with his eye despite efforts to blind him, a pleasant deviation from those stories told by Theocritus, Lucian and our blessed Homer. Human forgiveness is what we require for our weakness, our weakness is that which is illustrated by the co-mingling of yin and yang well beyond their balance. Julian attempts to exist in the median, where the black and white are all colors, non-color and unknown luminescence respectively. He allows the evil to straddle his back, the blessedness to lift his resolve and accepts support from both for his journey through life. Our author continues to learn, knows that he knows not, ventures to surpass none and will continue to treat moment as a collection of descriptions.
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