About Me
I refuse to describe myself. instead i offer the description of the world that looks at me, that encompasses me, that surrounds me... ...that feeds on me. and by explicating the world from where i am standing, i fulfill as well the task of illustrating myself. for the significance of myself could only come from the aggregate audience of beings who do not simply exist to live a mechanical life, but beings who are alive, who think who rationalize like me, and who are always on the quest of making sense for themselves... ...or at least that's how i view the world of beings reciprocally. that alone is sufficient proof that i could never describe myself outside of the perceptions of the world at me. seemingly, i could never know what i am made of, of what i have, of what i could give, of what i am capable of accepting and receiving, of what i am capable of starting up, of what i am capable of shutting down, of what i am saying, of what my silence actually says, without the world that reciprocates the same actions to me... ...i live in a circular continuum of connnections, independence and interdependence. yet at the bottomline of this whole web of existence, there is but One that rules over all and sees over all. He maintains this web, He sustains this Web, inasmuch as He is the Creator of this world. The sad part is that men have begun denying that Power, that Absolute from whom we have come from and exist intelligibly. and quite ironic, there are men who profess belief and faith in such a being, and yet are conducting their lives devoid of purpose, of meaning... ...of faith. through this argumentative line, i instead describe the God that created me, for only in this appreciation can i come to a full description. i am not perfect, but i am doing my best, not to be perfect, but to realize that self-legislated resolve to have God seen in me. not my talent, not my skill, not my wisdom not my fame, not my strength.....for i am nothing at all.
