In my short lifetime (relative to the sun, civilization, and dirt), I’ve filled out a survey or two – mostly on friends’ Facebook accounts (back in the day – I don’t really “do” FB anymore). The most annoying thing is that the questions always seemed to lack personality. They were like the dumb blonde in a bar at three in the morning… they were interesting to consider, but only for the fact that you’re probably simultaneously looking at breasts (Hey, it’s the internet.).
There was never any substance… any degree of personalization. So, like an actor that knows his own strengths and writes roles for himself specifically to target them (Cough! Adam Sandler. Cough!), I decided to write the questions that I would rather answer, if given only ten of them. So without any further ado, here they are…
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1 – Do you think there’s a God?
I’d like to think so. It’s a comforting thought, so long as you get to make one up.
Because let’s face it – if there were a God shop based on current known “gods”, who would most people purchase? The “angry with the wicked”*, “jealous”**, homosexual-slaughtering, loves-you-but-has-a-fiery-pit-of-damnation-reserved-for-you-forever-if-you-don’t-love-him-back Judeo-Christian God? Probably not. If I had to go with a God that exists in current lore, I’d probably choose Bacchus/Dionysus, as he is the god of the theatre, wine, and ecstasy. Granted, I’ve never cared for wine, but at least Bacchus’ downside has nothing to do with burning forever.
Personally, though, I see God as a good-humored, mostly benevolent watcher. For this particular case, prayer would be useless, because if your “show” (life) is interesting enough, he’s already watching – and knows what you want anyway. Of his Godly superpowers, the ability to watch an infinite amount of “channels” at once has definitely got to be (other than his omnipotence) most notable. (That’s technically why I don’t understand people who subscribe to 100+ channels via satellite or cable – what’s the point? You can only watch one at a time! Me personally, I could’ve survived [prior to commercial-free programming like Netflix, DVDs, and Blu-Rays] with only three channels: Comedy Central, the Cartoon Network, and NBC [back in the 30 Rock, Conan O'Brien days]. It must be because I don’t watch sports and generally don’t give a crap about music. I don’t know – this tangent is getting too long.)
Although other gods are powerful, I like to think the God of the Universe is the only one with supreme power – omnipotence that comes from just being him. I imagine that every other god in the Universe was created by him, and that their power is dependent upon enough people believing in them (kind of like old Santa Claus movies). So whichever god has the most people following him, the more power he has to affect the world we live in. Yahweh and Allah seem to be battling it out the most currently (and let’s face it – they and their followers tend to be belligerent sons of guns), but Jesus used to be popular, Buddha and Shiva still have a faithful eastern following, and Zeus and his buddies used to be pretty badass in the ancient world.
I think the spiritual power struggle actually used to be a bit more even, and perhaps some spirits would even bless their followers with the bounty of their power, granting certain supernatural powers to humans… but that’s just a cool-as-balls premise for a magical story (which I intend to write someday). But then Yahweh started in with “thou shalt not suffer a witch to live”*** and all that ‘I’m the only God!’ business and things started getting pretty cutthroat in the spirit world.
Incidentally, of things I pretty much have no reason to believe in but still do (like God), I also believe in spirits – either original gods with/without power, or the cast-off life forces of people that used to be. That’s what I imagine the afterlife to be like – you’re finally free of your corporeal form and get to zip all over the world seeing one cool thing after another. But since that might eventually get boring, I think some spirits might choose to serve living humans and be bound to them. Others still might rely on the God of the Universe to allow them to be reincarnated as something/someone else – but only so long as they can never (during that lifetime) fully recall what/who they used to be.
I’ve actually thought quite a lot about it. The idea of God as sort of the “infinite couch potato” doesn’t seem disrespectful to me, either. Man has forever longed to reach beyond what he could know – to touch the face of God, as it were. Wouldn’t it be nice to have him be relatable on some level… possibly even interested in watching your “show” as a person? That’s why I think people that don’t (responsibly) live a Hedonistic lifestyle do a disservice to the Universe, as you aren’t giving God anything cool to watch. How would you like it if your eternity was nothing but C-SPAN?
2 – Would you ever get remarried?
Only on the off-chance that I got insanely wealthy and wanted to have a devoted hand in raising the perfect heir to my throne… and could have him with either a physically ideal woman who would forever relinquish all motherly rights to the boy, or with a woman raised in the East (where they still – as a society – know how to properly respect a man) that I could manage to keep sequestered from contact with any Western women, who generally poison the minds of any newcomers to America until they’re as jaded and awful as the Western women that live here. (This isn’t a new revelation, either. Eddie Murphy was doing a bit about it as early as “Raw“.)
The problem with Western women, generally, is that they are broken. American society, run by loud-mouthed, feminist bitches, has stolen the essence of womanhood from women. When a woman feverishly chases after the things that are considered to be a man’s purview, she of necessity becomes like the man in order to gain them. This changes a woman into something manly – not a man, but close enough to bar the interest of any Real Men. That’s why it’s such a common complaint these days that there are no Real Men left. Well, guess what, manly bitch? No Real Man will ever be attracted to you! That’s why your dating pool consists of either spineless sheep (one of whom you will, at one point, trick into marrying your worthless ass) or douchebag pricks who only want to fuck you and chuck you.
Add (to this ludicrous clamor after manly things) a host of mental problems inherent in the feminist American system, and you’ve got the whole package deal of the “shit sandwich” that bitches are trying to sell. Never in history (from my research) has there been such problems with women having histrionic, bipolar, and schizophrenic disorders. Add to that – the likely fuck-fest of a sexual history these harridans have had before they’ve decided to “settle down” (emphasis on the settle – as they always see themselves as “settling” for any husband) with you – and you see why Western marriage is never a good investment of a man’s time and energies. ”Broken” is perhaps a more generous term than these bitches deserve, but I’m benevolent if nothing else.
Also, considering the criminally unfavorable laws that have been passed (and continue to be passed) in America concerning women and divorce, you’d have to have an ironclad pre-nup and an absolute army of rabid lawyers to escape a bad marriage unscathed. Ergo, why I’d have to wait until I were insanely wealthy.
…which is why there’s a very high probability that I will not ever get married again.
3 – What specific advice would you give your son?
Son, if I’m alive, spend time with me! There’s a lot I need to tell you, and probably not a lot of time to do it in. If I’m dead, read this blog! As I write in it regularly, there is much to be gleaned from it.
For now, though, my primary advice is this: question everything! Even me! If someone tells you, “You just need to find the right woman and settle down. Then, you’ll be happy,” ask them, “Why? Since we all die alone anyway, why would having someone forever in my life with contrary opinions to my own make life more fun for me? Or do you just like watching drama, especially when it’s not in your own miserable marriage? Or is it just that misery loves company?”
If someone tells you that you have to do something merely because their “God said so”, ask them “Why?” If you never personally meet this God of theirs, why is it any more imperative that you obey him than your own conscience? How does their God line up with Truth? If he at any point strays from Truth and human compassion, then why is he worthy of your worship and dedication?
Also, and this is because you’re still young (but probably won’t be by the time you read this), masturbation is your friend! There’s lots of free porn out there on the internet (I recommend Tiava.com, son.), and there’s no safer way to discover what your own sexual proclivities are than to sample from an infinite smorgasbord in the privacy of your own room (which, hopefully, you remember to lock).
Once you get into the dating world, blowjobs and anal sex are your friends. Any American bitch that wants you to have sex with her bareback in her vagina is just planning for her future… in which you pay her exorbitant amounts of child support. Don’t believe her lies that she’s on the pill, or has had a hysterectomy or tubal ligation, or some other such nonsense. Also, there’s a pretty decent chance (by your time) that if a woman is that open to having sex with you vaginally (and bareback, at that), then she is likely riddled with herpes or some other god-awful STD.
You see, son? You don’t need any “thou shalt not”s to keep you off of premarital sex when Western women are such whores! Seriously, though – only Yahweh has a problem with masturbation (look up Onan****). I’m pretty sure the God of the Universe thinks it’s fine. And tissues never sue for paternity and child support. I’m just sayin’.
Also, if by the time you reach your late twenties, you start yearning for marriage and a family of your own remember these two things first: 1) Your maximum SMV is yet to come, and 2) Even past president John Tyler had kids in his 60s, so those bad boys in your testes will be there plenty of time after you’ve established your “gilded cage” well enough to attract your choice of ladies! Keep in mind as well, son, that as scarce as actual ladies (proper prospective mates) are in the West now, it may very well be the same story in the East by the time you begin your search.
Just do your research, my boy. Make sure your potential mate respects her father – even if she disagrees with him – and does not raise her voice to him (always a good indicator of a lady). Make sure she is not out of her SMP (18-25, regardless of your age), that her older mother is still slim and attractive (an indicator of good genes), and that the women in her family have not had a history of mental problems or breast cancer (Brad Pitt recently had to learn the hard way that Angelina Jolie’s mom had had breast cancer when Angelina decided to preempt the disease with a double mastectomy. You do not want either of those outcomes in your blushing bride’s future, son!)
Lastly, use some common sense when choosing a bride (By the way, these are all things I wish someone had told me before I married your mom.). Don’t marry anyone any shorter than you than six inches – it’ll help preserve the height and dominance of our lineage (e.g. – My cut-off should’ve been 5’10″, yet I married your mom at 5’4″. That was silly.). Don’t marry anyone that doesn’t defend you in public – especially in front of her own family! If she is to be your future bride-for-life, she already should assent that you are the best in her eyes, and that your word is law. If she shows any variance from those two points, she will defy you through others first, and then to your face later (e.g. – Even when we were dating, your mom would sit silently [silent assent, as it turned out] while that short troll aunt of yours – still unmarried at the time – would poke fun at me. And when the large troll aunt of yours [the one in Oklahoma] would question my authority, your mom still sat silently.).
I’ve said it elsewhere, son, but marriage is not a democracy. You alone will and should have complete authority. Your bride is welcome to humbly give her opinion in private, but if you choose a different course of action, she should happily and graciously submit to it. A marriage without a lord is anarchy – 50/50 never works! Someone must have the preeminence, and if your wife insists on 50/50, it is only so she may bring your 100 down to 50, and then cuckold you into a 49. Then, your rule is at an end, and your marriage will be miserable.
I think it also goes without saying that I would like the opportunity to meet and size up your lady in person before you ask her to be your fiancee. If I see any deficiency (My eyes are wiser and more experienced than yours, son.), I will be sure to alert you to it. Whether you take my advice or not is up to you, but if you choose a wife of whom I have not approved, then you will never ascend to my future throne – or even be granted citizenship in Xeresgate. Only a Father of my line that meets the requirements for citizenship in Xeresgate may ascend the throne when I relinquish it or die. If none exist at that time, then the kingdom shall perish. And better that than to have some cuckolded sheep sit atop a lion’s throne, with the harridan that really runs things seated beside him. That will never happen so long as I draw breath – or after, provided my legal team is as good as I wager it will be.
4 – What specific advice would you give your daughters?
Girls, if I’m alive, spend time with me! There’s a lot I need to tell you girls, and probably not a lot of time to do it in. If I’m dead, read this blog! As I write in it regularly, there is much to be gleaned from it.
For now, though, my primary advice is this: question everything! Even me! If someone tells you, “You just need to find the career that best suits you and pursue it relentlessly. Then, you’ll be happy,” ask them, “Why? Since the workplace is the man’s dominion, why should I leave my nurturing duties to someone less interested in performing them, while I languish in a weary world of corporations and managers? Or do you just like watching others having to go through the same flawed system that you chose for yourself, especially when it’s not in your own miserable life? Or is it just that misery loves company?”
If someone tells you that you have to do something merely because their “God said so”, ask them “Why?” If you never personally meet this God of theirs, why is it any more imperative that you obey him than your own conscience? How does their God line up with Truth? If he at any point strays from Truth and human compassion, then why is he worthy of your worship and dedication?
Also, and this is because you’re still young (but probably won’t be by the time you read this), masturbation is your friend! There’s lots of free porn out there on the internet (I recommend Tiava.com, girls.), and there’s no safer way to discover what your own sexual proclivities are than to sample from an infinite smorgasbord in the privacy of your own room (which, hopefully, you remember to lock). Regardless of whether you find that you like them or not, I’d stay away from dildos and vaginal insertables until you’re married – and then only if (hopefully) your husband allows them. A large part of the modern dowry of a lady is her treasure that has never been opened to anyone else. Feel free to experiment (safely) with anal play, but only open your vaginal treasure to your husband. After all, he will be paying for it with a life of work… so he deserves it.
Once you get into the dating world, there will be a host of strong, young bastards (far from their SMP) who will be actively attempting to despoil you. Do not allow this! Non-masturbatory sexual congress for a young lady is for after marriage, and your SMP is a relatively small window in your youth (18-25), so you don’t want to make the apple rotten before offering it to a potential suitor. Any American bastard around your age wanting to have sex: A) likely does not realize what you stand to lose by doing so with him, and B) doesn’t care anyway – he just wants to “hump you and dump you” (as the saying goes). You would do well to avoid nightclubs and bars (as these are the main places bastards like this hang out), but be aware that there are plenty of charming bastards in the everyday world as well. To be chaste, you must always be on your guard – and I know it’s tough at that age. Also, there’s a pretty decent chance (by your time) that if a man is immediately open to having sex with you (vaginally or anally), then he is likely riddled with herpes or some other god-awful STD.
You see, girls? You don’t need any “thou shalt not”s to keep you off of premarital sex when Western men are such sluts! Seriously, though – only Yahweh has a problem with masturbation (look up Onan****). I’m pretty sure the God of the Universe thinks it’s fine. And if you know how to manually get yourself off, you’ll be that much better able to assist your new husband if he doesn’t quite do it at first. I’m just sayin’.
Also, if you’re approaching 25, and you start yearning for marriage and a family of your own remember these two things first: 1) Though you’re approaching the end of your prime, don’t let that fool you into rushing into marriage or sex with the wrong man – only a Real Man will be worthy of my daughters as long as they keep themselves ladies, and 2) There will be plenty of Alpha options for you in Xeresgate… all of whom will know of your relation to the King! Keep in mind as well, girls, that as scarce as actual gentlemen (proper prospective mates) are in the West now, it may very well be the same story in the East by the time you begin your search.
Just do your research, girls. Make sure your potential mate loves his mother – even if he disagrees with her – and does not engage in public disagreements with her (always a good indicator of a gentleman). Make sure he is at least into his SMP (33-43), that he is still slim and attractive (an indicator of good genes and life choices), and that the men in his family have not had a history of pattern baldness, mental problems, heart problems, or other serious health concerns.
Lastly, use some common sense when choosing a husband. Don’t marry anyone any taller than you than six inches – it’ll help in social situations if even slutty 4-6 inch heels don’t give you a height advantage. Don’t marry anyone that doesn’t cherish you in public - especially in front of his own family! If he is to be your future protector, he should already be keeping you close at hand – protecting you from all manner of harm. He must be a man that honors the Truth, respects the crown, and (hopefully) is a citizen of Xeresgate. You must be certain that he is a man whose word you would have no reservations about following – for if he is not, then you should not marry him.
I’ve said it elsewhere, girls, but marriage is not a democracy. Your husband alone will and should have complete authority. You are welcome to humbly give your opinion in private, but if he chooses a different course of action, you should happily and graciously submit to it. A marriage without a lord is anarchy – 50/50 never works! Someone must have the preeminence, and if you insist on 50/50, any man worth his salt would leave you immediately. Your place is not at his side – it is in perennial support of him and his decisions, and marriage is always much happier if you remember that.
I think it also goes without saying that I would like the opportunity to meet and size up your gentleman in person before you ask him to be your fiancee. If I see any deficiency (My eyes are wiser and more experienced than yours, girls.), I will be sure to alert you to it. Whether you take my advice or not is up to you, but if you choose a husband of whom I have not approved, then you will never have a place at court – and your husband will not be allowed citizenship. My sincerest hope is that you will be the proper Mothers that your mom never was, and that you will always have a place near me at the royal feasting table.
5 – What vocations do you have the most respect for?
The short answer? English teachers, Shakespearean actors, and military men serving in the front lines of combat.
And yeah, I know the common list includes policemen and firemen – but you know what? While some of them may give their lives in the line of duty, A) not nearly as many of them do as our boys in combat, and B) a way bigger deal is always made of them than our military men anyway. Add to that, that I’ve been inside even volunteer firefighters’ lounges in several states, and their off time (which is a lot) in the station generally has them enjoying a very comfortably equipped lounge area – not any of our boys on the front lines can say the same. And cops these days are getting a little too goose-stepping, pepper-spraying, big-for-their-britches ornery if you ask me.
So yeah… the list stands as-is, and I’ll tell you why. One of the main things about English teachers, Shakespearean actors, and our front-line military men is that they are all vastly under-appreciated.
No one is more unappreciated by today’s youth (whose texts often look like they were stolen from candy valentine hearts – “U R gr8t!”, and who often make a point of calling people that take the time to correct their lousy English: “grammar Nazis” [Half the time, the idiots misspell it as "grammer", too!]) than the English teacher. In a world overrun by jargon, colloquialisms, and poetry that doesn’t rhyme (The last one really irks me – there’s a word for non-rhyming poetry, you idiots: prose!), the English teacher fights a losing battle every day, just trying to preserve the integrity of the English language. You’ve got to respect that, and I most certainly do.
In today’s surfeit of truly talentless actors/actresses (Kristen Stewart, Seth Rogen, Kristen Wiig, Ben Affleck, and Jonah Hill, to name a few), it’s a rarity to find the few real acting treasures out there: the ones trained in Shakespeare. If you’ve had the opportunity to see Sir Kenneth Branagh, Brian Blessed, Sir Derek Jacobi, Timothy Spall, Sir Ian McKellen, Ralph Fiennes, Kate Winslet, or even Sir Patrick Stewart act, you’ve likely not only had a thoroughly entertained time of it, but have left the hearing of their words as if your intellect has been magically ratcheted upward a few notches. After hearing how true masters of both the King’s English and the craft of acting handle the average role, going back to standard Hollywood fare is like leaving a succulent filet mignon to feast on canned dog food. But worst of all, considering the generations that have come up almost reviling their native tongue, the average American moron doesn’t even understand Shakespeare anymore – not even enough to grasp its initial meaning, let alone the intricate, masterful wordplay in The Bard’s texts! So, do they appreciate Shakespearean actors/actresses? Fahgeddaboutit!
Most of all, in all seriousness, I think our men on the front lines are deserving of our respect. Sure, they might not always be fighting “righteous” wars (if there are such things anymore), but they don’t make those decisions anyway. Your average front-line soldier may be some poor schlub with no other job prospects, he may be a guy hoping not to die long enough to be able to cash in on the GI Bill for college, or he may even be that rare patriot who daily risks life and limb merely because he recognizes the values of the freedoms he’s sworn to protect. Regardless, these men serve in forward areas, fighting the most bravely for their countries where the casualties and disabled that come away from those places is the highest. Like the men who fought in Vietnam, they often come home to far less gratuitous fanfare than they deserve. Worst of all, even in death, their widows and grieving family members run a significant risk of running into those WBC assholes at their funerals! These men – these soldiers, these selfless warriors – are truly deserving of our respect.
6 – What famous people would you most like to have in your life?
I realize they’re just charismatic commentators on life, but I’d like to have the following comedians in my life – Jon Stewart, Bill Maher, Bill Burr, Jim Jefferies, and Anthony Jeselnik. And by “in my life”, I don’t mean I’d like to live in their basements or anything. These are the kind of friends you’d like to just be able to get together with every week or two, sit around a private table at a bar, and just shoot the shit with them about what’s going on in the world. They strike me as very insightful people, that’s all.
Also, if I could choose five actors with which to do the same, they would likely be Sir Kenneth Branagh (my favorite Hamlet ever), Nathan Fillion (just seems like he’d be up for anything), Owen Wilson (same deal as Nathan), Michael Rosenbaum (favorite villain from TV – also a funny guy), and H. Jon Benjamin (have always loved him as Archer – and he’s got that understated sense of humor that keeps you on your toes).
Needless to say, if it was just me at the table with all ten of these other men, well… consider me to have won the Universal jackpot, my friend!
7 – What world wonders would you like to visit before you die?
I actually made this list (dubbed: my “Eternal To-Do List” – meaning: even if I die, I still hope my spirit goes on to visit these places) on June 26, 2012. I know because I wrote them all down on a card that I brought with me from Baltimore to NYC… and I dated it. These are the places I’d like to visit (preferably) before I die and be photographed there for posterity. In alphabetical order (by wonder), they are:
* The Amber Room (Russia)
* Angkor Wat (Cambodia)
* The Baha’i Terraces (Israel)
* Chichen Itza (Mexico)
* Christ the Redeemer (Brazil)
* The Colosseum (Italy)
* The Giza Pyramids (Egypt)
* The Great Wall (China)
* Machu Picchu (Peru)
* The Moai statues (Easter Island, Chile)
* Petra (Jordan)
* The Taj Mahal (India)
Feel free to borrow from my list for your own “Eternal To-Do List” – I realize it’s pretty awesome. ;)
8 – If it were possible to have a superpower, which one would you want?
I think this goes without saying (to anyone that knows me at all), but the superpower I’d choose for myself is the most ridiculously OP, godlike superpower of all time… the ability to manipulate time itself. For reasons typically too complicated to go into, this would be the time around me – generally outside a reasonable bubble of personal space or contact.
If it doesn’t sound quite so awesome to you, then “Let me learn ya sumthin’…”
These would be the other superpowers you’d inherently gain by controlling time:
* Super Speed – Slow down time around you until you look like you’re moving at anywhere from naturally quick to unnaturally blurry speeds
* Flying – You could create a double-time bubble: stop time in the general world, and speed up time in your own bubble, which would leave you moving at super speeds atop frozen-in-space air molecules
* Teleportation – Basically, stopping time until you move to a different place
* Martial Arts Mastery – Slow down time enough, and even the fastest martial artist in the world can’t touch you
* Invisibility – Slow down time until you’re too fast to be glimpsed, or stop it altogether – depending on what you need to accomplish
* Elemental Magic – This one would actually take a bit of special effects training, but if you had said training, you could stop time long enough – anywhere – to set up enough effects to make yourself look like a god
* Telekinesis – This one is labor-intensive, and requires a strong memory, but considering you can stop time, you can place things into different spaces (frozen in stopped air molecules) bit by bit until it looks like you’re moving them. Considering you’d have to reset your original position each time to look like you’re not moving erratically as well, this one would likely be more trouble to mimic than it’s worth.
Now add to all that, that you could personally travel to any point in time (Ever wonder how Earth really came to be?), and even Doc Brown would have to say: “Great Scott!!“
9 – What would you recommend anyone do in order to be considered intelligent?
Well, obviously, the first thing is: Master your damn language!! I say this to the shame of every so-called English-speaking American, because we (as a nation, not me personally) do not speak English well. The English we speak nowadays is such a jargonized, bastardized version of the King’s English that most people don’t realize that Shakespeare is written in modern English. Yeah, that’s right… all you morons that say Shakespeare is “old” English wouldn’t know old English if you heard it! Hell, even Chaucer’s writings (The Canterbury Tales, et al) were only middle English! Here’s an example of actual old English, you language idiots… now learn the difference, so you don’t sound retarded in intelligent company.
After you’ve mastered the usage of your own language (and I mean mastered – spelling, extensive vocabulary knowledge, grammar, pronunciation, writing), learn its origins. The etymologies of words (like history as it relates to language) can be fascinating revelations of deeper meanings and the long-ago power of things now watered-down by modern society.
Once you’ve found the other languages that yours has sprung from, learn them! Mastering linguistics not only teaches your mind to react to different stimuli – thus making it stronger (like switching up muscle groups or routines in weight lifting), but it also make you into a more cosmopolitan individual… opening up your cultural viability to parts of the world that you may yet to have even set foot on! And let me tell you, nothing turns an otherwise xenophobic foreign national into a sympathetic Samaritan faster than you speaking (or at least attempting) their own language.
After that, I’d recommend learning to play the piano… especially if you have long fingers. Translating notes from a musical score’s page to action in your fingers is yet another way to train your brain. It’s a physical language translation – much like sign language (Which, incidentally, is universal – and also a great thing to learn!), as your action translates into sound. Train yourself classically on the piano, and you’ve automatically got a high-class skill to show off in the politest of company as well. So there’s that.
To top it off, I’d learn at least a moderate form of martial arts. Tae Kwon Do is a fairly basic martial art, and if you learn new ways to move your body, new ways to concentrate, and new ways to become strong, it helps not only your general health but also your state of consciousness. This, in turn, helps to facilitate the focusing of your mental acuity.
10 – What would you have to have accomplished in your life for you to consider yourself a success?
One word: Xeresgate! This dream of mine is more than a mere life goal… more than merely something that seems well-nigh impossible. The dream of Xeresgate is that of a heaven on earth (of sorts)… a utopia where what once was meets cordially with what now is in order to usher in the age of what yet may be.
The city of Xeresgate (though it lacked a name prior to 2006) is my life’s ideal. It is everything that can be admired in man… everything that any one person could hope for. It is true freedom – established by Truth, watched over by law. It is the glory that exists in the brightest mind, made wondrous reality.
Granted, either before (in order to raise the funds for it) or after (in my “leisure” time), I may very well write my first novel, play, movie or television screenplay, or undertake an Emmy, Oscar, or Tony-winning acting role. But those would either be the means to the end of Xeresgate, or a celebration of the accomplishing of Xeresgate.
Xeresgate, to me, is the legacy of all legacies – an empire built from one man’s dream. It would be the True moral compass of a future society, the bulwark of a strong nation, and something wondrous enough to make the leap from the pages of fiction to the pages of history. It is, quite simply, the goal to end all goals. If I were to build Xeresgate and establish its throne within my lifetime, I would consider myself to be an eternal success.
* – Psalms 7:11
** – Exodus 34:14
*** – Exodus 22:18
**** – Genesis 38:7-10
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There. Of course, not every question in life has been answered, but I feel a lot better about what records there now are of me out there in the ether.
