Epiphany of Purpose:
An Inspirational
Introduction
Always
believing I was meant for something more, the first time I gave some serious
thought to my reason for being, after feeling wayward and lost, and living a
wasted life, I experienced an epiphany of purpose. Stimulated by a heightened moment of
insightful inspiration (with a little helpful from my friends), I took great
comfort in knowing I didn’t veer too far from the fateful path my God Part had inherently
set me on, and finally understood my place in this world. Why I am here. The answer, one I subconsciously always knew.
I
was born to tell A Good Story.
Only
after leaving behind the trappings of conventional wisdoms, found in the traditional
belief systems on how to live, I could finally clear my mind and learn to think
for myself. I started asking questions
about the origins of life, wondering how mankind evolved from the primordial
slime that crawled out of the oceans around a billion years ago, and found
answers conflicting with the religious faith I was born and raised on.
The
real hypocrisy of truth is simply this. Most
human history is a lie agreed upon, except it doesn’t matter if it’s all based
on lies, no matter how fuzzy the math it took to get there. Because, the one thing we love more than
anything in life is A Good Story. And
miraculous tales about a God or Gods are tailor-made from the stuff of good
stories, especially with a species obsessed with ‘what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil.’ I just prefer stories that make a little more
sense, with some semblance logic and plausible credibility of events to go
along with a thrilling, edge-of-your-seat entertainment that hopefully
enlightens the mind as well as entertains the body. I’ve often personally found the best stories
are the ones containing some moral life lesson—showing how it’s better to spend
your time doing something that serves the whole, as well as the self, instead
of just trying to gain as much as you possibly can, because someone once told
you whoever dies with the most toys, wins.
That’s just another lie, because in the end, we’re all the same and you
really can’t take it with you.
Although
there’s been many great creative artists, who have brilliantly crafted visionary
futuristic/fantasy films and novels over the years, the one thing that’s always
bugged me about all those Road Warrior post-apocalyptic worlds or Logan’s Run dystopian
futures is they never tell you how it got that way. So, instead of complaining about it, I decided
to write a foretelling, epic trilogy, which links the characters’ lives together
over the next 180 years—much like the legends found throughout the lineage of ancestral
Western Civilization—while also presenting a complete, compelling tale of the
fall of modern day civilization and the rise of a New America rebuilt on a
foundation of knowledge and science with wisdom obtained from a onetime, highly
controversial, 21st century novel, called The Book of Tomorrows.
Now,
I completely understand the potential controversy that might arise from the
written words in the pages of this trilogy.
Or how they may conflict with someone else’s zealously held beliefs, or
even bring about a targeted rage from those who wish to express their feelings
through means other than using their words.
But, I’m well prepared for these contingencies, and realize by the time
I’m done The Book of Tomorrows may very well make the physical threats and
furious anger Salman Rushdie experienced after writing the Satanic Verses pale
in comparison. Basically, I’m going to
piss off a lot of well-deserving people, and I’d be surprised if someone didn’t
threaten my life or even try to kill me.
Not that I want or desire anything like that, but if I don’t ruffle some
feathers, it would simply mean I didn’t do my job.
