Should I have said this sooner?
Allow me to re-introduce myself.
Titles are important. In life, they assign value—or the perception thereof. That’s Sir Mister Dr., your Honor!
A title is the first indicator of what a thing is, deliberately chosen as a means for drawing attention, a suggestion of what the coming subject is about.
The title of this publication, Words From a Fool, is one I’ve bounced around for quite some time now—on my personal website and on Instagram—and though I still like it for multiple reasons, I have come to recognize there’s a decent chance I may be misconstrued when it comes to my usage of the word ‘fool.’
You see, when I think of a fool, I tend to view the word through rose-colored glasses. The fool is an ass, yes—but what a lovely ass!
A fool, to me, is he who waters the world. And yes, I did come up with that line only after finding the above image, but it fits my meaning perfectly. The fool is hopeful, naive, he who has much to learn—who wants to learn and is learning—who brings novelty to life via methods considered improbable or impossible by conventional means. He is a clown, no doubted, but only through the eyes of the true buffoons who wear glasses of the kaleidoscope variety, their visions so distorted that they stumble across the earth with an unearned sure-footedness.
So, yes—I am a fool. And a proud one at that.
In life and through words, I try always to remain truthful. To myself and everyone I interact with. The world changes but we do not. We are animals—biological beings plagued by evolutionary quirks. Posturing scoundrels. The computer in my pocket makes me stupid!
I take to the page, trying nothing more than to uncover the essence of what it means for me to be alive. To be honest is pure, consciousness itself.
And that is what I am this publication to be about—all starting with the title.
I am a fool. And these are my words.