Sometimes...

I like to create original images. I lay no claim to any great talent at it, but I enjoy the activity, and every now and then one turns out medium decent if I do say so myself. Some I'll be posting here as illustrations, or to serve as icons of related thoughts, or maybe in a gallery just because I'm kind of proud of how they turned out, like this fellow with his strangely constructed cranium of vents and vanes and antenna and all. He kind of looks like how I feel quite often, a stranger passing over a very strange land.

Hello World

There, now a custom of the computerkin has been satisfied, I've said hello to the world. It is a minor custom, a polite custom, I really don't mind.

I don't usually pay much mind to the customs or conventions of the world, choosing instead to focus on understanding why they would be considered custom or convention in the first place. In point of fact I have made a life out of chasing the word "why." It is now, and always has been as far back as I can remember, my ambition to understand why this so very strange world of ours behaves the way it does. In the course of chasing "why" I've had occasion to turn many a sacred cow into sacramental hamburger, that doesn't bother me in the least. Equally, as a consequence of this ambition many things have been set aside for a time, at one time or another: sanity, sobriety, solvency, useful things all but non-critical, a man may continue to live and learn without any of them and in many cases continue to advance his cause the more rapidly for the lack of encumbrance.

If we carry anything at all away from this life it can be nothing more than what we've learned in the course of that life, I suppose it is my hope to leave with a degree of understanding that allows my compassion for my fellow man to be genuine and uncompromised, such is how I justify the nature of my life, the conventions ignored, the sacred cows served as supper for hungry souls. I am what I am by choice, I cannot claim otherwise. I am not young anymore, it is time to share what I've learned, what I think I've learned, and leave those thoughts where they are available to the others who also ask "why" of their world, and will not relent until they've an answer they can believe.

I hope that if you should spend an hour among my writings you'll leave with ten hours worth of thoughts to think, questions to ask, fascinations to indulge, dreams to enjoy. I do hope that, for if that should prove the case then my time to set those thoughts into words will not have been wasted, and the life I lived to conceive those thoughts will have been validated.

Yours Truly,
Cyranos DeMet