So, you've made it here. Now, at this moment. Welcome and thank you for being here. Thank you for coherently processing and interpreting this collection of letters into words and allowing your mind to turn those interpretations of meaning into thoughts. Which comes first, the thought behind the meaning or the meaning behind the thought?
Take everything I say in slowly and with a grain of salt. I'm not a philosopher or an intellectual, I'm a poet (:
I don't actually know if I come across that way, I just have to remind my ego all of the time that I am not a philosopher or intellectual. Unless I am and I don't know it. I'm either an idiot or I'm onto something, I'm relying on myself to pull through with the latter but I'll admit to my ignorance if I have to. It is likely that I am just mad in the eyes of some people but in that case I would claim Divine Madness to maintain some diginity. I can say for certain that I suffer very little anymore and am living a very happy life, for what it's worth. Creativity saved me in a lot of ways, so I'm letting that part of my own Being within me unfold and manifest naturally in the way it wants to. This is part of that form. Epitome J is a "character of a character" you could say. Jackson being the main character. This whole blog is mainly a spot for me to collect my thoughts and emotions after a long process of experiencing life in strings of thoughts and emotions. These writings become a manifest-continuation of the process (life), not the beginning or the end but neither and both simultaneously. Some of its "philisophical", I guess you could say. At least it might come across that way. Some of its poetic; a lot of it is jargon meant to be cryptic or perplexing if nothing else. I can't give away all my secrets that easily. It is mostly just thoughts, though. Just me thinking. You're getting to witness me engulf into arbitrary self-reflection and it often ends in an existentsial crisis, which is why I ask you to take it with a grain of salt. I think it's fun. I believe in order to find balance we have to allow ideas to scatter sometimes, it just takes work to sort through it. Some of it is serious and some of it is satire, it is up to you to decipher which is which. Or just ask, I do have a contact tab.
I'm a poet.
Some of my worst ideas have led to my craziest experiences (or vise versa?) which in turn inspired my best poetry. My poetry might be worse than my ideas but some people tell me they like my poetry and some people tell me they like my ideas.Â
Lastly (thanks for sticking around), what I'm doing here is challenging people to think outside of the box, specifically their own box, especially when it comes to interpreting and understanding information. I could write paragraphs and paragraphs walking around several points without actually making a single one, are you following? Starting to see the point? Okay. Right, there might not be one. There might be many hidden between the lines, should you go searching within yourself. That being said, who are you, really? What if this was my purpose, would you be okay with that? Would you be okay if there was no purpose to this at all? Would you care? Life might be meaningless, but it doesn't have to be, even if it is. Who gives us purpose, ourselves or God? Perhaps the purpose of all of this, of you still here reading this, is between us and God, literally between, in the air that we breathe. Whatever it is, let's not keep it between you and me.