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!
2 comments:
What you're saying is true, and the reason the author gives us disabilities and flaws is so that we can go back and find each other WITHOUT the flaws. They wanna see if you think your crippled body is real, because I am your friend now and it's not real to me anymore. They wanna see if I look in the mirror and see my own scars because I've been attaching those to my person and I had to learn to let those go. Dylan, I believe in God, but i think we do it all wrong with the way we attach our religion to our identities. Your indentity cannot be a religion, a flaw, a scar, a body that doesn't work the way you want it to, or any of these other material, tangible things we attach to it. God wants us to be able to love each other without pricetags, objects or bodies that weigh us down. I love you like that right now, but I didn't before and I'm sorry. As for writing a book, I hope you'll start writing a journal right now, just a short daily thing on your computer about what you're doing each day and what's going on in your head. Somebody will read it and make it a book even if you don't get a chance to do it yourself. Do it for me please, just start jotting down a few thoughts at the end of the night before you go to bed. I love you, friend (d dawg).
Hm. One may argue that because time is linear, there really is only one fate that we all have for our individual selves. The human race has a desire to break boundaries. The desire to control our own fate could possibly be defined as self-consciousness, couldn't it? Desire is a powerful influence of our fates, more powerful than many people think, in my opinion. It's how much you want things and what you will do/sacrifice to acheive them.
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