The first thing I did when I got this blog was go into the template and remove the goddamn “ABOUT ME” page, it’s not about me, and even if it is, it’s none of your fucking business. Is what I was thinking, sorry.
But now that we’re such good friends, I figure a month of avoidance is sufficiently coy, so I took a moment yesterday to throw something together. Ever since, it’s been non-stop and excruciating self-examination, hypocritical bullshit and guilt-ridden revision, I don’t know how the worthy bloggers get through it, but no more flagellation, yes it’s decent to have a me page up but impression management is essentially problematic, it’s just better to be done with it, and I am.
This weeks poem/prose piece consists of what I meant to say anyway, as if I could:
This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over on me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women.
There is my creed.