I write for myself and no one else. I write for all the selves–and no other selves. I write for you to show you what you can do–to show you what is also inside you. I write to give you a window of opportunity—and a window to look and see what the heck is happening inside those other recesses.
I also write to experience recess–to play and dance be as stupid and silly as I can be. I write to get off the train–and get on the bus. Because–you’re either on the bus or not on the bus. I write for metaphor and to find the right one to guide me through thick and thin.
And how badly do I want to be on that bus–to go somewhere with my life–to get beyond what I know–to escape the claws and clutches of conformity. I write to unveil and give renderings to the eclipses of the mind–and to get a reservation for the upcoming event–before it’s too late, or it’s too crowded–and all spaces taken. I write to get a front-row seat, a birds-eye view of this thing called ‘my life.’
And I write to find and synthesize my quest for unity and integration–to give meaning and music to what I sense and feel. I write to shed the chain and fly free and I want to wrestle all the dogma and pretentious ideologies from all those who would seek to enslave, entrap or manipulate others. I am doing all of this–not just for me, but for you.