Publisher's Synopsis
Condensed Chronology:
AKA: One Soul's incomplete count of Chronologic Misery
(full disclosure: perhaps a fair read would be mental illness, but this is a broad term) beginning circa AD 1980, Gregorian.
I would like to be remembered somehow. I think we each have this desire, deep down, to be great, to be remembered after our flesh has melted, our indelible mark left on humanity. I want my participation trophy!! Who am I to even think that what I have to say is important and should be printed, taking resources for my words to find some place out of my head, no longer on scratch paper but something more tangible, cohesive yet still largely purposeless? I am not a philosopher, an angel, a prophet, a saint, nor touched by anything special; but maybe that's OK? Maybe since most of you aren't these things either, perhaps reading my words can resound deeper as a result.
Hubris & ego
