anonymous
2010-04-14 10:35:16 UTC
As a legally disabled applicant with a brain tumor removed at the tender age of 16, I have struggled with my identity as a person, as a student, as a child, as a disciple and as a public servant for many years, while continually facing the bigotries that surround my illness and being told by everyone around me that I was “good for nothing.” I have recanted my claims to intellectual greatness or socially commendable sycophancy through perpetual self-analysis and aesthetic projections of oversimplified emotion with underappreciated depth, a practical irony that allude the casual observer’s pragmatic senses which produces a sense of enigma or mystery when combined with socially disharmonious configurations of perception that self-perpetuate in rhythmic progressions of unacquainted novelty. In essence I choose to be an author and an explorer of enigmatic mysteries myself by studying the prophetic revelations of the old testament, and selling myself as a patriot of understanding and a mediator between God and men through the practical sedentary abode of the spiritual theologian.
It is not finished yet... but what do you think?