Library shelves and lately the various repositories of data connected together by the internet are littered figuratively and actually with the recorded lives of significant and important others. They can subsequently be resurrected in later co-ordinates in the time/space continuum for guidance or study.
I am proposing to upset this general order of things, disregard my insignificance and “write myself up”? My personal level of importance in the world at large is practically as low as can be had, about the level of your average Buffo buffo out of the mating season. Even my own son on being informed of this project retorted “Why? What have you done?” and the answer of course is nothing, nothing to quote the poet Shelley, “worth the pains of putting into learned rhyme”. But there in my son’s response was the very reason for doing it. My “nothing” was my one and only shot at this great privilege called having a life and although most nothings, however original or unique they might be, stay that way and are dismissed, my particular ‘nothing’ need not. If that is pretentious, even grandiose, so be it, being overly grandiose and pompous is me all over and makes an attempt to ascend a metaphorical Everest a most fitting thing!
I have no expectations for these efforts beyond the pleasure of doing it. Being without sufficient discipline for either a journal or a diary it just has to be this way. How it works out, how much of it works, if it works out at all is of little consequence. When I am dead, it’s done, by definition.
Why? because all lives are works of art and this is mine. I believe that our singular selves, put together and maintained, often under great duress, are the only genuinely original works worthy of the description. Even the greatest of sculptors or painters following in a train of artistic evolution were more than the sum total of their work when taken as an individual self.
Using our individual faculties, talents, freedom of choice and human rights and employing them all gainfully and properly whilst respecting the truth should be our grateful response to being giving the privilege of living our one life. We all, therefore, being the sum total of our choices and actions are artists and philosophers busy on our one great work, our non-corporeal self, our mortal soul.
OPVSCVLA is the name I have given to my soul. Whatever it becomes, in the end it will have been made complete by my annihilation, finito!
This material is from my book and will be progressively updated. Notifications of updates, thoughts and commentary can be followed on an associated blog at Spindriftpages - The Blog). I do hereby consign my soul, as long as the hosting fees are paid, to the comforting vastness of cyberspace. I wish it bon voyage!
I will not be upsetting anyone directly but be aware that I have been through some difficult patches and I do not intend to hold back. If you identify yourself from oblique references and it worries you put me down right away. It would have been unintentional but I would like to know if you think I have been guilty of dishonesty. If proved I promise to make corrections.
You might actually get to know the real me instead of the "me" you might have wanted me to be. Persons of a sensitive disposition might be offended in which case I suggest that you set me aside and spend some serious time dealing with your self doubt. Refreshingly perhaps you will not find much of that self doubt nonsense in here.
I am getting on a bit, in my 71st year when I started this, so I find myself well down the incline of advanced years. To express myself less euphemistically, I am physically and mentally knackered! Do-ability is therefore a key aim.
What pertains, pertains. Expect contributions from anywhere. When I include contributions from others they will be acknowledged.
To maintain focus, (I have tended to start 4 or 5 new projects a month!) I have formulated an overall objective. Some things are complete, others are in progress and some remain ambitions at the time of making this statement. I do not intend to add anything. Time presses and I have no expectation that spare time will ever become available. I have thought carefully about what I would like to do with the rest of my life and this, apart from loving and caring for my dear wife, who will always come first above all things, is it. This is the covenant that I make with myself. Testament