Arguably insane and wholly incredible, noble and idealistic, intrepid and robust; politically incorrect, elitist and proud of it, daring, dissident and delinquent - playful, paradoxical and profoundly ridiculous; extreme in everything and exuberant to the point of mania - a nature-loving, fantasy-thrilled, free-spirited existentialist. A mischievous, rebellious, misanthropic, pestilential, iconoclastic revisionist; an irreligious, whimsical, anti-authoritarian transhumanist – an exemplar of messianic proportions.
A poet, a dreamer, and a romantic, unsure as to whether he’s always joking or never joking. A passionate sceptic whose hobbies include; ecstatic daydreaming, creating imaginary worlds, pursuing self-actualisation, philosophising with a hammer, transforming my friends into hyperbolic characterisations of themselves, pretending to be arrogant, performing, pushing back the boundaries of 'normality' and celebrating for no apparent reason.
I also enjoy; introspection, altered states of consciousness and integrity. Despite all appearances to the contrary, I don’t take myself seriously - rather I take life very seriously. I’m a joker who likes to entertain, to break monotony and gloom, and to look at the big picture. I’m fond of genuinely nice people who aren’t prone to bitterness, jealousy or spite. I am the war against banausic pragmatism, anthropocentrism, cultural degeneration and tyranny.
What am I? Who is the real me? Do these questions even have an answer? Does it really matter anyway? Is the notion of "self" even a valid concept? These are the sort of labyrinthine questions that race through my mind when I try to fill in a profile. Lack of space will abruptly bring this oration to a halt and force me to amuse myself elsewhere.
If you intrepidly state your opinions, you’ll be seen as supercilious. If you remain reticent, you have to live with the knowledge that you’re a hypocritical coward. I felt the latter option was more sinister. Caught between a rock and a hard place, I take the liberty of gate-crashing the minds of almost everyone I meet.
Who am I behind the smoke and mirrors? That kid in his play room, lost in his imagination, where all his toys are alive and immersed in a unfurling story where the creator and audience become one and the same. And having seen the divine therein, has no intension of ever returning to the place others call reality.
So it has been said - by the voices in my head. There you have me in a nutshell, the first and last creative supernova you will ever meet.
Do not be optimistic against reality, but in spite of it....