As a creative, I am always flirting with new ideas. Constantly developing new projects, whether that be painting, writing, research, or learning new skills. Yet I cannot shake that I am a philosopher and a deep contemplator of morality. No matter how many times I try to spin the narrative of my current circumstances the quote from Dr. King Jr. pierces through me like a bullet. "Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.". I don't want to be difficult; I need to be difficult. For in times of increased violence, the lines between right and wrong become also become increasingly obscure. I cannot accept what is happening to me passively. 

I want to express my deepest love & gratitude to those who have gone to extreme lengths to help me pierce the veil of my current circumstances. I can even assure you when I fight back it's is in the spirit of protecting the generation of even those who are oppressing me's children. 

My circumstances are increasingly particular. So I am going to take a chance. The projects and things I have done are part of a much larger project. A project that I am devastated to not bring to fruition. But now that I have created demand I must restrict the supply until I am adequately compensated for the work I have done. So that you guys get tastes of the larger symphony I am conducting I will be uploading the drafts of the beginning to some of the stories I have in mind. 

This was never a pursuit driven by the desire for wealth. But the reality of it is these stories take time. The literal act of writing, contemplation, seeking inspiration, and research. I actually have been rushing to apply pressure. I want to hold the quality of my work to a higher standard and that is going to look like paying for team members to help me edit and format. So, with no further ado, the beginning of an anonymous story I have in store for you all. 

 

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If On A Summer's Morning A Traveler 

3

 

The taste of misery has transposed upon my lips. The evening sky seemed more grey than blue, and more blue than gray. 

This inferno; a burning sun demands I consume her whole. Alas, her passion is beyond the bounds of my grip. As are all things that are divine and beautiful. Are they synonyms? 

The exuberance of such elation has left me senseless. Given me the false hope that the treachery of my long and young story was finally coming to an end. The eminent fantasy of a closing curtain enveloped me. As I was ready to bow out; a royal orange Tennessee sun slipping away beyond horizon's ridge line; fully immersed in the vortex I call a perspective; placed by the universe's coincidence and the illusion of free will upon the mighty Look Out Mountain; the inexpilicable pang of reality's violent drum. Very much alive, but death rushing over me as I yearn for the great unknown; something inexplicable and unknown flushed my vision. As the citrus inferno's perimeter touched the distant brushstroke of immortality, it began to rise back into the sky. 

It is strange the conclusions we draw in the face of life's wonder. In this instant, everything I thought I knew was nothing but further senselessness. But I knew. I knew that the story I thought was ending was about to be repeated with less answers to the luggage of questions I was already carrying. My climb of Diotima's ladder was only going to become increasingly difficult. 

What nobody tells you about the ascent to greatness is that in order to climb up th next rung you must use the rung beneath you. Ambition, success, and change (real change), like life is a one way journey. 

My name is bleep and I must tell my life story to free myself from the rising setting sun. 

 

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