The concept of this page is to explain a personal belief system that revolves around creation. Gods create things; the things that are created regard their creator as God. In this way, as a writer, I am the creator- God- to the characters I write and the world they exist within. Hence this page, a place to put all my creations, having a religious theme to it. This is more for a cohesive aesthetic than a rigid belief, a way to present all the stuff I plan to put here! Nothing serious, this is not a one-man cult or something. Just a form of self expression!
I plan to use this site to collect my writing and art, which I can share with anyone interested! A rudimentary password has been placed to keep the layman out, but it's more like a lock on a diary than a code on a safe, lbr. It just gives me the peace of mind and allows me to keep something a little more personal private, especially after learning that these websites can be listen and browsed like a catalogue. This is more for friends than it is for attention. Actually, let me say...
There is true evil in this world that is not born within us, but instead woven into us by the world. Two of those evils are wealth and fame. Very good, kind, normal people become famous and/or rich, and they are no longer those same people they once were before it. Sometimes it's for the better, but not usually. Being in the arena of the public eye almost always twists your soul in some horrible, irreperable way, as everything you do and stand for is called to the attention of hundreds, judged and disected and labeled and boxed. I'm very afraid of what kind of evils could be worked on me if I were to happen into money and/or fame. I will not strive to qualify to be a part of Epsein's mailing list!!!
It's tough to think about how wanting a little privacy feels like a lot to ask. Like putting the world's easiest to break lock on something feels like such a joke. There's a balance between the collective and the self. We die with knowledge... infinite amounts of knowing lost to dust. Yet still I feel I should be allowed to want to keep some things to myself. A dog snarling over its bone in the corner of the yard. It's MINE, and YOU can't have it. Not without a fight. Not without a bite.
There are wolves inside of me.
