"I have started to write my thoughts on the internet. I have no strong hope of any of them ever being read. My whole life I have been a self seeking artist, screaming 'look at me, look at me!' and being frustrated with the small attentions I got. Since then I've had a razor sharp Bible cut deeply into my neck and chest, and now in my bloodied weakness I understand that we are all caught up in ourselves, and I was the worst. I never spent even one minute looking into another persons creativity. I never asked one single question. I never showed interest in anyone else, because I wanted to be better then them. I wanted to be more likable, more famous, more admired.
The deeper question now is, who the hell was looking at my pathetic cries for attention? How did I get ANY response? Why would ANYBODY care? And so I remain now. I certainly deserve no renown after the long years of narcissistic, fake flattery filled hipster vanity.
My wife will probably read these things, and that is far more than I deserve. She is frustrating and amazing. She is feminine and strong. My love for her is like the feeling you get after falling down a flight of stairs and you just lay there, wondering what happened. It's like the feeling you get both when you see the twist at the end of the 6th sense, and when someone shouts 'Snape kills Dumbledore' while you are waiting in line to buy the book. We aspire to be Aquila and Priscilla, and hopefully someday we can get something like a hi-five from them, however that might work.
From here on in, all of this will probably be dedicated to the Master, and to the Book which stands on high at the top of humanity. The book that cannot be changed, and cannot be forgotten. The book which exists as thousands and thousands of copies, but untouchable unalterable originals. The Word of God which stands forever. Amen."
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