I'll attempt to post with as little pretention and extravagance as possible but sometimes it is difficult for me to do so. Perhaps this is what led my peregrin journeys to this little corner of the Glass Spider. I am a pretentious and extravagant individual, I've come to accept that about myself.
The Internet is a peculiar and wondrous thing and never had really been a new concept. I believe it may have even been around as a form of consciousness holy men tapped into, a sort of Akashic Records but now made real with the advent of technology. The Muslims believe in a chain of mountains called Mount Qaf. They say God created it out of a single emerald and the green of the sky owes tribute to it. According to Muhammed, it is five hundred years' journey high and two thousand years' journey round which sounds like what it would take to journey the net. For the Jewish, it is called the Thohu or qav. In the Torah it is a green line that girds the whole world and from which darkness comes forth. There is so much darkness that comes from the Internet and it seeps through everything, spilling over into your life if you're not careful. Those of us with strength can illuminate the darkness of Mount Qaf, throwing it into it's emerald beauty of God's creation. I'll admit, perhaps humans invented this place but all inspiration and creativity of it owes fealty to God (hence it, in its pure form is infinitely good, infinitely just, infinitely full of love). And what can be more illuminating than myth? We are the mythbringers, the creators of worlds, the demiurges, the dreamwakers. Don't think for a single second that writing carries a light burden--or that we, as writers are expendible. The world needs us!
Alas, I should be talking about myself and casting introductions, not pontificating of the origins of the Internet and our place within it as writers. I suppose that I've just never been good at talking about myself. That is for someone else; another life maybe, in another place. All I could say about myself, really, is that I am human. I strive to be loving and love, to endure and to be endured. I struggle for balance and happiness and understanding of that around me. I lift others up and hope that in turn I will be lifted up when I fall. I am no different than anyone. I cry when I am hurt, I laugh when I am happy. Joy comes and goes and so does pain. All these experiences make me me.
I want to hear from others on here, anything to know that I'm heard and of course in turn you will be heard. In truth, even if you choose to remain silent in reply I may still wish to peruse the inner-workings of your manuscripts here.
Also, I'd like to say that I am more your servant than anything, because in serving others, we learn about the world surrounding us and those within it.
