If one’s main preoccupation determines how one is described and named, then, it would be apt to call me ‘Thinker’.
I spend most of my day thinking.
My thoughts and ideas were often unclear and uncertain. Like silhouettes on a silk screen, all I saw were their shadows. But occasionally these shadows would come to me with clarity and distinction. They would imbue in me a confidence, a knowing of a timeless wisdom, with a fragment from a collective knowledge.
They come to me from the foundries of my mind, in pieces, distinct but familiar. As they whispered their names, part by part, they caressed my lips with their form and urged me to whisper back. But the revelations of these timeless wisdom, these fragments of great knowledge, though calm and soothing in inspection, in reality swap through me so swiftly and so surely I, a mere man, was at terribly loss. And so, though a thousand whisper came to me, no whisper, not even a word came through.
And for a very long while this was true, that things of great awe falls fruitlessly upon this silent vessel. Until one day, my heart was ripped asunder by an arresting touch of a human other and I changed.
Now, words spill from my lips and into ink that I fill into pages. Imagery transmute through my fingers and into etchings on paper. I begin to sing songs that gushes from the depths of my chest. All of a sudden, the ideas and thought are now communicable. I now translate them into tangible forms. And with tangibility, they are now able to spread far and freely and so this vision comes to me:
To spread these ideas and thoughts would be my responsibility.
But
I lack the tools to extract them into reality! I lack the eloquence and the discipline to chronicle them all,
But,
I WILL TRY.
My name is Al-nietzsche, I am a thinker and I will expend every ouch of my will in the communication of my “Mind”, for that is my Raison d’être.
