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Typically, I am referred to as "Zan", Zan, which is my moniker.
I have been existing, existentially thriving to live for a 'fair' while now.
I am in no sense new to the fields or interface of Gaia; I am however, never to be renewed by the sense that everyone here, shall always be affected unto the constancy that is change, but even if this may alternate virtual forms of realism.
This is what one may perceive of an 'update', but as of this date and moment surpassing but caressing the involvements of memories, as it is to continue, I care to exclude viable information of which may intervene or corrupt the willingness of one's... "protection."
I agree to believe in the existence of an idea, an idea conceived as what may, or may not be "God", yes. An idea of which I, circumstantially, tend to refer to as an "entelechy", which is the essential actualization of this concept, by which I entail my agreement.
I am, however, aware that this term has been attributed to the philosophies of another person, a person I am not immaculately familiar with, and so I do not care to follow the memories or notions of which have been shared, therein its placement.
This entelechy or God, or god, is - thought to be - essentially, the byproduct of curiosity, intertwined with a many other pathways of external compliance. I comply with what I think to know may, just may most possibly, if not plausibly, exist. This entity is something, perhaps a vice or crutch, by which I humanly, contrast an existence.
Now, (you may perceive hypocrisy in this, which is a matter dependent upon your, most current, available or permissible knowledge of my, current, changing and constantly evolving self; a self, which is, of course, much alike yours/ your own. Which is dependent upon how you may, or may now realize your own objectification, within this, is many other existential matters.)
Carrying forth, I proclaim a thought-problem in the reference of God as, well, a god. A deity, you see, has often been referred to, and perceived, as something "more", something "all mighty", and essentially, quite condescending from any and all existences, currently known.
I dislike this.
Very, very fondly.
Therefore, I justify what one, perhaps, religious entity, may refer to as "blasphemy" or, even, scientific ignorance, which is really more investigative, than scientific, despite their similarities and the likeness which binds them.
Furthermore from this point, I do not bow to any one other than that, very thing, which may incite the bowing of all selves.
I once did care to reveal my sex/gender (one is the societal categorization, the other refers to relevant sexual organs and entitlement thereafter.), but now, now I would care for you, my potential guest, friend and or acquaintance, to, well,
I am a foreigner, an 'alien', perhaps; but, I am not normal to any thing abnormal to the normalcy of everything, of which any thing may actually deviate from or seed anew.
I am most possibly a 'simple man', or most probably a 'complicated woman'.
A cool cat, or a cold bitch -- excuse my perceptibly derogatory-stigmatized use of language, for the sake of not forsaking one's wit.
(This is interesting, as is many other things, if not every other thing, because I care not to provide others or my self with the perpetuated usage of the term: a term of which I fondly care not to articulate.)
I have my quirks (oh darling, yes I do).
Oh darling, yes you do.
I situate the use of grammatical (or anti-grammatical) breaks, as to comfort and accompany the thought relevant, and it's formation of perceived fluidity, within and without a sort of context.
I am, potentially, sort of "vain", to a point in which I seemingly flatter my own, with constant self-acknowledgements, such as continuous gazes upon the mirror. I am not necessarily 'perfect', yet perfectly formed by my faults, of which allow a sense of my own, believed, humanity.
I bite into tomatoes.
I disagree with the many uses of racism, as to orderly compliment, or continue the perpetuated plot of one's own race.
I enjoy too much to lose so little of what I thought to have, once, known.
I am in 'good shape'. I prefer to walk, I prefer to lift, then to be walked with, or to be lifted.
I have been told that I am optimistic, but simultaneously conflicted by an other's thought of my own pessimism. I do not, necessarily, agree that I simply belong to either of these states, in statement.
We can, at any instance, be or become both, you see.
I would guess that I am analytical (no, this does not relate to your bum,
I dislike a redundant reliance of stereotypes.
I am quite intrigued, by both the (seemingly abundant, though not always apparent - which is why they are - enigmas of life, and the sure, absolutely, probable, unconformable mystery of death.
I sometimes refer to my self as/in two person/s.
No, that/this does not mean that I have been diagnosed with "split personality disorder", nor does it actually evoke the relatable symptoms.
I dislike 'chat-speak', such as lol/lmao/rofl/wtf etc, yet I am inclined to, circumstantially, 'use' them anyways.
Metaphorically, I may have a "Third-eye."
I am going to save the world one day.
Alex saved the world.
If you gift to me I may become tad bit giddy, but I will not tell you that "I love you", nor will I propose sexually-related situations.
you're just a smooth criminal baby.
can't handle it yo.
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