Me, me, me, sloppy, sloppy, sloppy. Thus begins – and ends – many a blog. But simply because the phenomenon has been largely me-centered and unpolished, does not mean that I cannot rebel against the e-anarchy. I henceforth commit myself to the utmost level of literary coherence, intellectual competence, etc.
Welcome to my anti-blog.
Why listen to me? Because I come to you not as one primarily concerned with presenting himself – though will I do so freely, when it is useful – but as one primarily concerned with reflecting you. C. S. Lewis tells us, “We read to know that we are not alone.” I write so that you will know that you are not alone. Through my own struggles with faith and doubt, sanity and insanity, race and identity, I have come to understand myself in ways that I did not before… which leads me to conclude that I might understand you in ways that you do not yet understand yourself. My offer to you: essays, poems, and stories that might be be a mirror for your soul even as they are an expression of mine.
This is a pretentious claim and I preemptively apologize for botching it in small – and large – ways along the way. My value is in my words. Am I worthy of your time? You be the judge.