I've been recently pondering whether I should write my autobiography now (having it culminate using the same logic as in my June 4, 2007 entry) or wait until later in life. And while I have come no closer to making a decision on that, a playful concept has developed in my mind that I wanted to share. What if our lives were the creation of some "celestial" author sitting at his or her desk, writing a novel? I'd like to put aside any religious references or comparisons and just have fun with this for a bit. What implications would this have to our view of life? Would this mean the concept of fate is absolute? What would be the author's intent behind the characteristics assigned to you (appearance, flaws, disability, etc.)? Is the author just writing the novel for the sake of writing, or is there some other motive? Would this novel encompass your entire life or is it one of many in an anthology? What happens if the author goes back and wants to change a part in the novel? Perhaps it is the ultimate witness protection program...
These questions have been fun to ponder and have allowed me to escape to the quiet recesses of my brain. However, there has been one question that has intrigued me much more than all the others... What happens when the author's main character gains awareness that he or she is, indeed, a character and begins to fight back, demanding autonomy? Is there a rip in the page, exposing and merging these two realities?
Happy thinking!
