Xepera, xeper, Xeperu

"I have Come Into Being, and by the Process of my Coming In to Being, the Process of Coming Into Being Is Established."

Who is this?


The brain that creates beauty also creates tragedy.  The brain that solved the riddle of the cosmos and mathematics of quantum electrodynamics also creates myths that destroy, weaken, enslave, ensnare and paralyze.  I acknowledge that I am born a fool and am living in an insane asylum.  I do not seek to make sense out of the senseless, I do not look to find reason in chaos. Being convinced that those about me are nuts, I commit to the law of the self rather than the blatherings of the herd.
I am ronin.
I serve no man, master, or god.

Let this credo be a birth pang into the blogoshpere.  Blah fuckin' blah.

Billions of blogs exist, I know.  Trillions of thoughts, to the power of the Nth degree exist, I know.  I hold no ego with this blog.  Nor do I expect anything from this.  Let's just see what happens.

Who are you?  
Are you sure you know?  Are you merely the sum of tv shows, social interaction, and all the other programming hammered into your head and force-fed down your throat?  Yes.  That’s probably who you are.  You’re upset about that observation.  Getting upset about something only means it threatens you somehow.
Who am I?
Doesn’t matter who I am.
I’m just some guy.  On another year of undoing, deprogramming, reprogramming, updating, uploading downloading, and scraping.
I thought I’d start a blog.  So I did.

There will more than likely be random musings, rants, book and reading recommendations, belches, farts, The basic blog I guess.  We’ll call this an experiment.  

Yours Sincerely, 
Slevin Devilkiss

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