You know who I am talking about, really everyone knows it, whether they know it or not. That is because the author is present in everything. There is nothing that goes by it, that is what we are for. A way to see what it would be like if to not know anymore.
Maybe you are confused, I’m not speaking for an actual person or thing. Really the author is just a placement name for that which can’t be named. Some people call it god, or fate or even destiny. Those are just supplemental words to try and explain how moments of your life almost feel as if someone had already written them. Like it was meant to be.
Well I, for lack of a better word, call it the author.
Believe in it or not, but there is absolutely no escaping the mercy of the ink the author uses to write your story. The ink used to write your life bleed out of each and every one of us.
Beyond being the ink of the author, you too are an author. The book our author is attempting to write is just beyond comprehension… but I’ll still try to explain.
It is as if the author has broken itself apart into impossibly infinite sub parts of itself. It had the intention of letting each and every broken of fragment of itself to create a world in and of itself. That being, your ego.
The way you can judge and imagine, the reason behind your desires. It is the freedom it bestowed onto you. It doesn’t control you, nor does it desire to control you. That would be a direct contrast to the goal behind creating you. That would simply leave you impure.
You are required to create the world you see in your minds eye. That is the purpose of your existence.
You are at the mercy of the author because you are not real. You only exist as you know yourself to because the author wanted to create something other than itself.
To explain how sometimes your life may seem like someone had pre-determined that path for you, this is where the author comes in to do its work.
Obviously as the creator of all these different characters, an essence of that character must derive from a part of its creator. So the author sees all the sub-authors through the book it’s making, through reading each and every story it sees opportunities to create chance encounters in some characters lives that will change the path of that characters life.
If a character wants something, and really gives every bit of themselves to play the role required to acquire that which they want. That character is rewarded with just that, for having played their role so beautifully well.
All the author wants is for its creations to dive into what makes them who they are.
Why…?
Well in all honesty I can’t say I’ve figured that much out just yet. All I can say for sure is, as someone who renounced its character and found himself dead from life as a non-existant being. It sure is lonely in that void.
There is nothing, actually no, there isn’t even a concept of nothing. There is no thing that you may know as a “self” and what was once you becomes a void within the void.
Like I said in the beginning though, believe it or not it exist and you exist within it. However the only way for the pen to move your story the way you want it to go, is to be all in on the part you play in order to create that outcome.
This is it right now, the story is writing itself out as you read, as I write. The pens are moving. Whether you get the courage to move your pen or not, the story will continue.
That is why I believe it to be ok to be selfish. Actually no more than ok, it is a necessity. Until you dive into your idea of “self” then you won’t even know what it is you really want, or if you even want anything at all.
So, as this story continues I am sure that you will find my character is going to be in the center of a lot of stories. That is because I have returned from the void with a new life, a second coming. I have chosen, made up my mind. I choose myself.
Even though I know that this ego I am cloaked in is not real. This is just a character I am playing. Even knowing that, I will still play it out to the best of my ability.
