I find that I write the best poetry when I am near complete exhaustion. I don't think that this is a rare phenomenon. My mental acuity is in a different frame of reference. The less hindered I am by my rationality, the easier it is for my expressive nature to overtake me. It's a little odd, to tell you the truth. I would never take drugs or anything similar to inhibit my reason solely for the purpose of creating works but, at the same time, there's an edge to my intellect. There's a set of clearly defined rules of what should and should not write about that my mind knows. For the most part, it's a good thing. When it comes to writing poetry, though, not so much.
A man is not one man. That is, he is a complex weaving of many men fighting for control of the consciousness of the man. There are extremes to this, of course. Some people actually do create multiple personalities to deal with this struggle. They feel that the war is too great inside them and so they split themselves in two, in three, in four, etc. The more fortunate among us are able to find a diplomatic solution to the matter.
I am a lover. I'm not talking about romantic love specifically but love of all kinds. I love people (it seems a bit unlikely, I know, but it's true). I love this Earth. I love to love others.
I am a sinner. I'm not here to confess all of the sins I've committed in my lifetime. If you've known me for any stretch of time, I've probably sinned against you. It always seems to be to the people that love me the most, which torments me constantly to think on.
I am a Christian. That has so many meanings to so many people so I may have to clarify it at some point in time but it should suffice for now to say that I follow the teachings of Jesus Christ.
I am a skeptic. I don't know everything and I will freely admit that. There are times when I sink into severe doubt about my theological beliefs but that's not a bad thing. If God wanted blind faith, he wouldn't have given us free will, though, right? Agnosticism is the closest I could ever be able to get to atheism. After all that I've experienced in my life, there's no way that I could ever say, with any certainty, that there is no God or some other Ultimate Reality. With the way that God has lavished His love on me, I don't think I'll even get to the point of agnosticism.
Here we are. And by that, I mean, here I am: a synthesis of many antitheses. All the while, I need to be setting my soul free. Well, here goes nothing.