Introduction to the Unknown in Triginta Epistulas

  • May 2, 2017, 1:12 a.m.
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This book is in response to a challenge, in which you write letters to thirty targets. I have stapled a list of targets to the book description for efficiency and interested readers. The first target is a stranger, one you will introduce yourself to. Here it goes.

To: Unknown

Words mean little, and I mean less.

For every animal alive, there were many more that were alive in the past and are now dead and forgotten, so I’d like to preface this by saying it’s both awkward and boring to make introductions, whether in person or to hypothetical strangers. I don’t like to pretend that I will be any different than our ancestors.

“That’s pompous and over-thought.”

Yeppo, to which I say, welcome to my life. Every single common formality comes with a lot of mental baggage like that, and naturally, sociality tires me. It actually put me in mind of my favorite poem, which I’ll use as a segue to try and get more personal about this.

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

That’s Ozymandias, by Percy Bysshe Shelley. If you already knew that, here’s a slight smile from me to you.

We all have favorites, whether it’s song, food, or weather. Keeping up with them for everyone you meet would be impossible and exhausting, so I’ll not waste your time with (more of) those. What’s the point, then? What is in a person worth communicating? I have no idea. I’ll throw out a handful of caltrops factoids.

  • I am typically two extremes balanced in one being, at once. Not one at a time, but some unfathomable, maddening mixture. For example, I worship kinship, altruism, Ubuntu philosophy, and many similar modes of thought. However, I’m of a broken mind and have the most torturous, murderous temper, prefer the most destructive and demeaning pornography, and, for a handful of my childhood years, derived a sick amount of pleasure in the death and torture of insects and small animals.
  • I have grown to detest all affiliations and labels, as they work in absolutes and no matter the intent, drive people to combat one another. However, I would at least call myself a fan of many things, and go so far as to suggest a preference for them. I am my own genetic code, stuck in this body until I expire. Nothing more, nothing less. Not a political party, not a religion, not an advertising demographic. The same can be said for you.
  • Gnosticism, Alchemy, Shamanism, Various Metal/European Music, Philosophies Eastern and Western, Finland, Mongolia, Natural, Theoretical, and Space Sciences, Shaivite Hinduism, Daoism, Trolls, Elder Scrolls Mythos, the Zodiac, Psychological Malfunctions, the Kalevala, other creation myths and old world mythologies, and tropes, these are all things that can get me talking and are things that deeply delight me in this transitory world.
  • I prefer formal, boring clothing but light up around eccentric accessories.
  • I like my coffee black and my tea strong.
  • I can’t stand movies or television for the most part.
  • The first time I heard a woman singing opera live, I bawled nonstop through the entire line-up of songs. I now own the cd and have to fight not crying through it when she starts singing. Art and beauty slay me, stranger.

Nope, I can’t bother with it anymore. I am an open book, and will gladly answer questions, but can’t manage aimlessly listing things with no real direction. I’ll pick this up tomorrow when the real objectives begin.


Last updated May 02, 2017


Teflon Superhero May 02, 2017

oh my god, MR ROBOTO, thanks for starting the project! :P

Non Compos Mentis Teflon Superhero ⋅ May 02, 2017

DOMO ARIGATO

...I'll try and do it better from here but ugh, tired of starting projects and having to answer stuff about me LOL

Teflon Superhero Non Compos Mentis ⋅ May 03, 2017

pulls out paper and pen

You don't like telling us about yourself.

How does that make you feel? :P

Non Compos Mentis Teflon Superhero ⋅ May 03, 2017

Repetitive! :P

Gilraent May 02, 2017

Insane. I am going to love this.

Nocturnal State May 03, 2017

Hi, Matt! :D

Love this entry! I learned...pretty much everything I didn't know about you. lol

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