The Second Library
I used to scribe allegories all the time. In fact, I view human interaction in an allegorical sense. This inspired creative neurons to establish pathways throughout my brain. I wrote a lot of poetry and philosophical work.
I viewed the world as an artist does and interacted with it in an, “eccentric,” way.
Later in life, I wrote politicaly-based work with the intention of inspiring humanity to embrace to develope more productive ways of living, (both physically and spiritually).
I viewed the world the way a leader would. In fact, in my field, I had studied more extensively, and I had trained my body more intensely, (in the athletic sense,) than my counterparts had. This inspired critical, or judgmental, neurons to create pathways in my brain.
I scribed a lot of lectures; I wrote two sermons and published a mass of editorial work.
A Change In Mental Styles
Growing up being a drummer, I have naturally good timing and understand of the power of music. I have always frequented the, Punk and, “biker bar,” scene. I am accepted and feared in these places.
Everybody who gravitates to the Punk and the, “biker bar scene,” congregates and dances there because they are all out of place in everyday society.
Living the dangerous life, my psyche is always right at home within my own skin whilst dancing in synchronicity with the turmoil in the throws of the Punk-Rock pit.
Dancers We Are!
We are all simply practicing, “the art of being ourselves!”
Metamorphosis Of Mentality
My writing and mentality has changed drastically over the thes last twenty-seven years. There occurred a metamorphosis from the publishing of creative, inspiring and uplifting pieces to the publishing of judgmental, condemning and, even, chastising works!
My intention has always been to provide some positive impact which aids in the journey of future generations. My offerings are usually fact-based, aggressively-timed and seemingly harsh; however, they remain long-thought-out and righteously inspired.
Like a single parent disciplining a room full of children, my admonishments have usually been met with resentment and fear, followed by aggression, rather than understanding and correction, followed by gratitude.
No, I am not surprised! (Well, not anymore!)
The path of the warrior is a strange one when you are returning to your village, covered in the blood of men whom you have slain in mutual, combat; …. returning to a people which praises you for killing, even though those same people have taught you (your whole life,) that killing is wrong!