By most standards Xenophon, the Greek philosopher, would be held in the same regard as Plato, and Aristotle, or Socrates. But most of us have not even heard of him. Even his name, the first 2 syllables in Greek means, foreign or alien.
Anyway, in one of his works, he personified Virtue and Evil as 2 women. How kindly to use female, rather than the traditionally dominant, male.
Traditionally, the exemplar of strength, power, and virtue has largely been portrayed as male. Most of our superheroes have been male. The gods of old and mythology have dominantly been male. It is almost like an accommodation or afterthought that females have been used to share the honor and adulation.
First it had been Superman, Batman, Captain Marvel, before we had Supergirl, Batgirl, Mary Marvel, and of course, Wonder Woman. Even fatherland, before motherland?
It is typically my own personal experiences that get highlighted in my blog entries, real and factual narratives culled from the ether of my memory. Memory that threatens to dissipate as age catches up with me. So with committed hands I lend words to the truant slivers of memories before they fade away. Using as much color and substance as I can muster I cobble tales with appropriate words that many times grudgingly escape my attention, and at times I admit invariably flamboyance is allowed to make appearances in my narratives. So imploring pardon for the shortcomings
Anyway, so my blog initiated more than 15 years ago, is inhabited with stories that are recalled and recorded to posterity. But there is a part of one’s consciousness that is not grounded in reality, but in the ethereal world of fantasy. Though for many of us just as relevant as the other, it is congested with the many escapist fantasies that litter consciousness and yes, even in reverie. Depicting the kind of person that we have always longed for and prayed to be in every respect, however surreal one could get
Narratives existing only in a kind of preternatural sphere and not subject to the constricting world of realities. And thus in this border-less world we allow our minds to bolt to distant places beyond the strictures of our mundane world. But which by many is considered just as vivid and impactful as the stories of childhood and beyond.
I wonder if it is a story one wants to unravel and disclose. Like a third-person pseudo-autobiography given life and told like non-fiction.
Throwing caution to the winds, I will shamelessly attempt to piece together the many details and events that to this day have slyly remained in the dark labyrinths of my psyche.
Following then will be the evolving serialized story of an ambivalent alter-ego, a series while so real to me is equally fanciful and interwoven with unbelievable details.