If I wanted to keep things short I would simply put I write because I have something to say. However, I am not a simple person.

The reality is… nothing is normal, we are just used to the conditions we were born into. If one is to contemplate where they were before their birth and where they will be going after their death, they are met with the same uncomfortable and strange feeling… That either drives them into madness or becomes the thing they have numbed themselves to most.

The reality is even if one is in a room full of their peers, or even if aliens came to earth, or even if one was called by name by a God… We are entirely alone for the only thing one can be certain of is that they themself is having a conscious experience.

Now, before I continue I would like to just specify I am one who believes in objective truth, for if there isn’t than morality does not exist. However, one’s reality is entire based on faith for the very reason one cannot answer where they were before their birth, nor where they will be going after their death.

With all that said… it is now made very clear that sticks and stones break bones… but words can melt hearts of steel, words can give hope in where the light touches none, words can build or destroy societies, words are power… and when they are of truth they are eternal, for truth does not change… such are the things I like to write.