There was a boy. This strange boy, at a young age, knew no love. They say he neither felt it, nor understood the concept. It was at this moment in the boy's life when the change was instigated.
He slowly began to question everything in his life—everything that he had already accepted without question. And he slowly grew to be apathetic to the things he once cared about—grew to scorn the mindset of all who were around him.
Go to Primary School. It prepares you for Secondary School. It prepares you for Collegian Institutions. It prepares you for the Real World.
No college or university offered what we wanted. He had no interest in any of their studies. And slowly, he grew to become lost, not knowing what he was to do—what he was "meant" to do. Suicide seemed a viable option.
That thought brought up a desperate attempt for salvation: "Are there alternatives?" He searched. All that he had previously believed had been lost. And all that had been lost was replaced by a new philosophy. He was convinced it was what made humans "human" the thing he hated most.
So he established a plan to live his life as far away from "humanity" as possible—animalistic. In doing so, he found a path: one with themes correlating to the underlying fundamental philosophies of higher consciousness; that which was popularized by Gurdjieff, Theosophy, and Sufism.
A goal was set: to reach perfection. He understood that perfection was unattainable, and he was comfortable with the fact that his life would be always striving to be more. He would reach as close to the highest potential mentally and physically.
The boy looked at concepts, finding that by nature, concepts have contradictory concepts. And concepts make up beliefs. So he discarded all beliefs—he believed in nothing. Not the Afterlife, nor Fate, nor God, nor Karma. He knew they were not required for what he hoped to accomplish.
Consequently, without beliefs, he discarded emotion. Emotion, he argued, clouded judgment, and he wished for absolute pure judgment. He told his rationale to people, hoping in a vain attempt that they could somehow convince him otherwise—that emotion was indeed somehow necessary. However, he was not convinced and he concluded that emotion did not want to say goodbye to emotion. With that, all fear left him.
And then the boy became a man. He had decided that the first portion of his life would prioritize his physique; he joined the Navy. There he developed swimming, running, and general conditioning. He also developed skills in Marksmanship, Diving, Resistance to Climates, Advanced Driving, Parachute Training; Tactical Operations (Land, Air, and Sea); Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape training; Combat Medicine, and Close-Quarters Combat. Among much more.
Once he satisfied his time enlisted, he would join the Circus of the Sun where he would learn and study multiple disciplines in acting, dancing, musicianship, athletics, acrobatics, and vaudeville.
Once he satisfied his time entertaining, he would travel the world to such places as Abu Simbel, Amazonia, Angkor, Bagan, Bora-Bora, Iguazú Falls, Halong Bay, Machu Picchu, Mosi-oa-Tunya, Petra, Preikestolen, the Sahara, Serengeti, Uyuni. He would learn languages, the art of sailing, study various martial arts, and perhaps pick up fencing.
Once he satisfied his time excursioning, he would settle upon a birth. Constructing a house of his own design, he would make a permanent home for himself and thus begin the latter part of his life. The shift from physique and psyche would bring him study of various subjects such as Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Psychology, Physiology, Astronomy, Physical Sciences, History, Engineering.
And as the final era of his life finally began, he would start his Project. One that would personify all that he accomplished in life. It would include the Text, the Canvas, and the Interaction. It would be a tale of fiction that he would leave the world, the last thing that would be left in his wake. And once the Project was finished, he would be no longer.
Dedicated to Juniper, Galerius, and Prokaryote.
Without them, I would not be here.
Good bye, YWS. It's been a pleasure.
