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.
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