My name is Stephen Dedalus. There’s no
philosophical, spiritual or practical reason why I’m given this name. I am a
hawk within myself. A hawk captive in the body of a human. My wings are
incredibly magnificent and powerful that even in the violent and unpredictable uproars
of heavens I will not be lost. The mighty spotlessness of firmament never
weighs my heart to the monstrous gravity. Gravity! What a great phenomenon! I
fall in love with it. It attributes meanings to objects, shapes you and me, and
makes us feel life, love and lust. Gravity makes time and space possible. The pataphysical
absence of gravity is the presence of incredible atomic fragmentation of energy
into uncountable atoms of existence into matters and particles. Gravity
makes everything possible even life and death!
I’m an anarchist. The
possibilities of this life is adventurous enough to explore the transient
nature of our existence in this form. My anarchism is not political, but
personal that I have no idea how enormous I would become. I don’t talk much. I
don’t entertain people. I have a very limited friend circle. My feelings are
personal and relative. I am not bound to any emotional subjects, but love. I dance.
I sing. I live. I celebrate my life even in the pathetic and depressive phases
of it. I cry when I want to cry. Being part of it I would love to watch this
human carnival with all its inclinations to indescribable, nastiest, and most
wonderful transformations. Ah, taming life is like taming a monstrous
fire-spitting dragon. I am a warrior and adventure is out there! I have all the
weapons I need and I use them in time. People I meet on the way, diversions I
select, places I visit, and karmas I do are weapons in different forms.
My myth is metafictional. I was born in
the thoughts of a man and buried in the scriptural monuments. People think of
me or rather they become like me on the stairways of thoughts stretching out to
the unknown horizons. You’ll find me everywhere; on the stairway of
universities, libraries, squares, minsters, playhouses, asylums, penitentiaries,
monasteries, brothels, war fields and necropolises. Transformation of the self
to a number of possible matters of existence never withers the supreme energy
of my life. I exist through timelessness and zero-dimensionality where gravity is
below zero. There, I dissolve into energy.
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