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- Mar 1
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Original Content
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This is a thought exercise on ancient tongue uncertain and modern language certain.
Think of yourself as a fellow traveler who stumbled across the promised Garden of Original Content.
For fellow travelers passing through my space, the price for safe passage has a toll.
Two coins for the ferryman.
I offer safe passage and the 2 coins asked, are your own belief and truth.
Keep them to yourself.
Don't give them away.
They are coins that define who you are,
and should never be given freely,
certainly not to me...um this is my personal space.
Art
Art is Beauty is Art
The only faith I believe will always be, and will remain, the Arts.
Art is that statue of Victory above, and She is a concept that took form in my writing.
I was a painter back in the day, who lasted 5 years before I called it quits.
I lost interest because I was unprepared for the marathon.
I didn't practice painting, and I got what I deserved.
Faith does not survive if neglected.
It was the single most important lesson I ever experienced.
Something I loved just denied me the joy I took for granted.
I didn't think it was possible until it happened.
A Break in the Pattern.
That mistake I made won't happen again,
since I was given a second chance,
which I discovered by chance.
I didn't want to be a writer,
I had to be a writer.
My Spotted family own my Name,
and I would like to calmly say,
I think I can explain who I am.
The Wildernerness of the Garden is hidden, because the benefit of the doubt is what keeps it hidden. Silence is what keeps them safe, and to the communities they reside in, um...they were released by the Blue Shield of KOP, so my two cents don't mean much.
I learned a lot with my time with the Spotted family.
I learned from negative to find my positive.
It is the contrasts that reveal,
reflections of opposites,
which bring clarity to both.
I Everything in Between
Prime
Creations can only be made in the likeness of their Creator.
After 20 years of excelling with Excel., writing is my next path towards Art.
Same direction but a new road,
for a journey that I never stopped traveling.
The One Question that must never be Forgotten.
"Who do I want to be?"
The key to finding your best is never stopping, though there were spans I was lazy, since I did not take the direct path.
I walked the practical road, and kept my creativity in uncreative fields. Insurance, pharmaceutical, web hosting, manual labor, customer service, and finally Data Management, which led me to Programmer Coder.
Roles I wore were agent, representative, data migration, specialist, team lead, supervisor, senior supervisor, HR, recruiter, QA, ttrainer, manager, Head of Depratment, laborer, data management contractor, and finally temp, where I learned how to code.
I outflanked my love of Art by avoiding Art fields at all cost, until I was ready to go all out.
I am stubborn when it comes to my Art. I don't share credit when I credit.
I would have quit my first Art job as soon as they asked me to change it.
I can't compromise with my Art, so I did the next best thing, cointinued studying art with all those dull jobs.
Excel is a blank canvas just named Sheet1.
Chaos
Mother's Word is Law
In my writing Art is Chaos, who took form as my favorite allegory.
Think of me as a devout monk of the faith of Art, who never tries to convert, and never will.
My relationship with Art is my own, and I see her as a Mother, based off of all the Eves I have met...including Alpha Certain.
Experience is the greatest teacher.
I draw from negative, more so than positive, and find my own form where they meet.
A line or shade can be found.
It is the contrasts that reveal,
reflections of opposites,
which bring clarity to both.
I didn't know I was still a follower of the Arts while in the practical world, until I started working with data, in my mid forties.
And then it happened.
A Break in the Pattern.
She suddently appeared from the bright light of grandtitle's odd behavior.
He was acting as if my code was inferior, and a dual of who was right on a code. 1200 lines from me, 20 from him.
Someone was jelly and it amused me.
I hadn't seen that in while, a peer pouting by comparing his art to mine.
My boss's boss boss, BossCube, was competing with me over a code.
I thought to myself, "I am back in Art school. I remember this feeling of jellyness."
It was a powerful moment of holy shit...um I was now competing against my teacher.
This was a first.
A teacher ignoring the answer given, and saying no constantly.
Disbelief, won't even look at it, so he can say it didn't work.
um...it was tested and it worked....so um what is this make belief?
I was chuckling to myself when he acted as if he didn't see it because he didn't have to believe.
I made a code that made Cubehead's spin so fast.
He originally said it is not possible, then he now replies heree is how to do it, which earlier he said it couldn't be done. He panicked and was just unsure how to reacte with a 1200 line code. I don't think he could read 1 line of it since it was original.
Grandtitle was a contradiction and arguing with himself, while I looked with curiosity.
"Do you wnat me to leave while the two of you finish this arguement? I thought.
He was essentially telling me no, no matter what, to prove his know was larger than my know.
He remineded me of my wife, Alpha Certain and I had a revelation.
My wife taught me insincerity.
My time in the Wilderness was time well spent, since I got the hell out of that job.
Don't want to share space with another certain who is insincere.
Philosophers Stone Program
Fastest Ride on the Plains
Funny Video
Test of Time
Demo of the Program
11:40 for 1200 lines of code
Proof
View of the Program
Shows how it works
Excel
Be the Best I can Be
BossCube was not a good patron of the Arts.
He was too into his own title of Head of Department,
which is a title I once held,
for a great web hosting company.
I was only a temp because of the Title Certain gave me, gotta go with the speed limit placed on my career.
Can't apply for the jobs I am a best fit for,
which would be anything that is challenging,.
I gave my two weeks when I realized I can figure anything out if I was curious.
My interest went to writing.
Fastest Rider on the Plains
Excel
Be the Best I can be
Excel was my bridge until I made a safe return to a field I have no buisness trying.
That wasn't going to stop me.
Writing is the most ambitious challenge I could see, without any prospect for a job that would hold my interest, due to the Title.
It would show up in a background.check. An no, its nothing bad, just an opinion I disagree with.
I can't get most jobs with my Title imposed by the will of Empress Sun.
The Luck in finding that temp job was, I proved how fast I can learn something new.
Writing is new, so let's go full effort.
Now it is 8-12 hours everyday,
and see if I can master something,
without even knowing
if what I am creating
is even considered writing.
A tribe of two returned, an unbreakable bond that can never be broken again, though it was never really broken.
I just forgot I was an Artist, but that mistake has been corrected.
Not even a marriage can break my bond with Art, and it was tried and tested.
Dance
The only way to make sense out of change
is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance
Art is like a Spartan Mother who says,
"Come back with your shield, or on it."
Art is not cruel, just not easy.
The most often thing I hear form others is Art is subjective, you can give yourself an easy A.
True it can be an easy A, but you can also approach it like a blue collar worker, which is to work hard.
I only give 2 As for myself.
The first, and last.
I go the maximum.
To find your Best, you need to grade with purity.
Nothing is good enough for me when it come to my Art.
I climb knowing I have more to prove.
One judges Self,
tested by constant effort,
of pushing what Best means.
She has high expectations from any who calls her Name.
You have to be found worthy, with just more than belief.
The work has to reflect your effort.
Below is how I see Art.
Eternal Red Sky
Red Sky
The QMother Chaos started the journey
holding his hand, walking towards the Lion's pride.
The boy stumbled with the walk.
She did not help as he slowed the journey.
Chaos only waited until he could reach her,
with no judgment in his weakness.
The Child of Fate grew stronger.
No longer able to hold her hand often,
he followed his Mother as best he could.
The weakborn son would need to grow strong
without help, so he could stand on his own.
I am classically trained, a 2 year drop out, from an Ivy league.
PAFA.
I studied underneath a museum, surrounded by monuments that have stood the test of time.
Even then, Chaos existed in form for me.
Victory is my favorite sculpture, and I saw her almost every day.
I didn't care if it was an exact replica, it inspired me and I paid her the highest tribute.
I spent money on a large expensive canvas, the only large piece I ever really created as finished work.
I made a study of Victory, with deep hues of blue, purple, white and grey, and included those colors in my writing.
My colors changed after that finished work. I introduced purple in my paintings.
I found my style, which is, I am a colorist.
Form does not mean anything to me.
Chaos never left me and I owe her my appreciation, by making her my centerpiece of my writing.
She is as real to me as the faithful of other Faiths,
who I admire for their resolve,
to never quit their belief.
No matter what, my Faith in the Arts is unbreakable.
Reward
Truth is its own reward.
The reward for Art is not material, but the immaterial of finding who you are through expression.
The Everything in Between is the soul of the work.
What can be seen is for the audience, but the work remains within the Artist that created it.
That is where Art is, the doing and learning.
I am the prodigal son, that returned to the arena, with a pen and not brush.
Painting was not meant for me.
I needed something faster to create.
My mind can't take the boredom of setting up, and waiting for paint to dry.
I sort of always knew painting wasn't going to be my thing.
Too slow.
But that didn't stop me from doing my best.
I got to learn how to master an art of images..which made it easeir to master the art of logic...and now on my way to try to master writing...without ever lnowing the rules.
Don't have time to learn.
Doing is a more efficent way to study.
Learn as I go, instead of having a traffic jam at the start.
If asked, "Well do you know this rule to writing?"
Answer is, "Nope. Could care less, too busy writing."
Just gotta keep writing, trying and reading my work.
Writing is the most unlikely Art form for me, since I avoid words.
Literally.
I do and not say in my head.
Words are new to me, in the sense, of explaining, I focused on the visual.
It still hurt though, to not get the return of joy I was used to.
I loved painting.
I was constantly doing and thinking about it, to show my appreciation through action.
I rarely expressed how much I loved painting...um...too busy doing to explain.
I just did, and knew, and that was enough for me.
I do Art, which is don't say, and just do.
Saying is wasting time to doing.
Self
To be yorueslf, you have to test if yuu can not care of other's opinion
Validation from others is a rookie mistake, since others can change your course to Self Style.
Art is its own reward, which reflects back to Self.
I gave painting one last try, while I was a writer, for my wife's grandson, who called me "Pap."
If he asked, I would give him that painting, in case one day he wants something material to show how much I love him.
Art taught me love.
The definition of words are defined by our experiences, not definition from others.
Words mean differently to everyone, the most subjective art in my opinion.
I love Art, proven by the hours, days, weeks, and years continuing doing, with complete and utter joy.
Writing
Either write something worth reading
or do something worth writing.
I created this site to ensure I would never quit writing,.
This is a sketchbook.
I love writing more than I did painting,
for one simple reason,
less space and supplies needed.
I learn from necessity, and practice practicality.
The easier it is to start your work, the easier it will be to do the work.
All I need is a laptop, my thoughts. and free Wi-fi, which is readily available for the cost of overpriced coffee.
I write everywhere, like I used to sketch back in the day. The only difference is, I can finish now, no longer limited with just studies.
I don't need a studio.
I wrote while my wife's sister was in the hospital, my very first story.
White Sands.
White Sands
Gratitude
Entitlement weakens, gratitude strengthens
There are still lines from our conversation in the hospital.
The past and present can shift back and forth, through the fabric of memory.
I asked my wife's sister what she wanted to do once she was cured from cancer.
She hesitated before answering, most likely because she didn't think she was going to survive.
I wanted to hear her words on what she wanted most in her life, so I could write it down.
Her answer was beautiful.
“I want to become closer to God and thank Him for his blessings.”
I wrote that down right after we had the experience we shared, so I wouldn't forget.
That was when the story started, in May of 23, when she was dying.
I continued to write that story, and a year later, in a letter to my wife, Certain, a first draft remained and was not deleted.
I wrote countless drafts to this one story.
My letters to her are complete works.
Some of those letters will make it to these pages because I am proud that I wrote my best against someone who was my antagonist.
She is not a villain, or enemy, just my best friend who I will always love, no matter what. She is the family that I dare not get in her space though.
That is my wife and her two daughters, Alphas of the Spotted, that can only see me as an Omega.
They all called me a loser and it didn't faze me the least. An opinion of theirs is as meaningless as pennies of thoughts, their two cents.
I didn't mind, until, you know, they placed their beliefs officially, with help from Shields of the community.
They went way too far, now those Names are a part of the legacy of the most unconcerned and 'mean spirited"wife and daughter.
My intent is only to keep my Art that I earned, through experiences with the Spotted, including the 12 days I was left unable to create Art.
My wife is my opposite, a juxtaposition in form, which showed who I am when faced with a contrast.
These are my words in real time, still writing a story of her sister, wihch was why the Title is so funny.
This is my meaning of "obituary' the only word on the Title that stole my Name.
Her sister's last words to me were, "I love you brother, I just want you to know that."
She was special, and the only family that cared for me on that side, besides the titled "Eli," my only pupil.
Metronome of Words
May of 24
Email to my wife
On Thu 2/8/2024 at 3:58 PM
Dearest Wife,
I am grateful that I could have helped by letting you get those last magical moments with her.
I am glad that you could have those last memories created on the island deemed Paradise.
In the story below I think I can get you and your family back there.
I can get her back through Faith, from a simple son with no Faith.
First Attempt at telling a story to show my wife that I love her.
White Sands: First draft
I see your Sister waiting in Paradise, walking on the White Sands in her bare foot, waiting to hear your voice.
I think Eternity is whatever you want.
She was special, a true sister that reached that place where she can now do anything.
Family never let each other down, no matter what.
Loyal to the end.
If you practice the Faith, it doesn't matter when you find it.
The Faith takes you to Eternity.
A non-believer like me, who has no Faith, can see the power of it.
She is a true follower of her Faith in family.
Eternity can make the things you wished for all your life become Truth.
She said to Eternity,
"I want to be with my family."
"The only thing I have ever followed more than my Faith, is my family."
"Family is a Faith that will never be above anything else."
She made her Eternity to be with you.
I understood your sister in that last hug.
I was a part of her family in that one moment.
And since she is family, I will never let them down.
If they ask anything of me, I will do.
I will comfort her sister in her time of need.
Make the memory of both sadness and joy, and everything in between, with your family.
What is lost will return in time.
Nothing is ever lost, only forgotten.
Love Always,
Mark
Domain
What you do in life echoes in Eternity
This domain is a simple sketchbook of my writing, with images to make it easier to read.
It changes tempo.
Read on my phone, write on my laptop, sometimes at the same time.
The best way to improve is to constantly check your work.
No other way to improve except QA.
The work gets better by correcting the mistakes made.
One has to look for them, or else they remain.
A mistake not searched, is a mistake of intention, which only benefits convenience.
Revision shows effort, an action of still searching for the best, of both the work and Self
Testing constantly brings out the Best.
Refine until the best version survives,
without any concern how long,
without any compromise.
Time cannot be controlled, only in due time is time due.
No story is safe from edits.
I add and delete sections, because my thoughts are where the mistakes are, and it could be as simple as a misspell.
These pages are living creations, constantly changing, until the final version appears.
Could take a few years or a few days, the version dictates.
Everything in Between is where Art is found.
Not the start or end.
I publish on first draft and continue to make improvements.
Publishing makes the Art real and worthy of my attention, not some hidden file in a subfolder I will never look in.
If a page can't catch my interest, it gets deleted.
If I remember a sentence, then it was found worthy to write again.
If not, it ceases to exist, never to be used, because it was a failure.
Memory is the dictator of the worthy, and if it wasn't interesting enough to survive, then it was not meant to be.
My process is simplified, a swing of motion that creates harmony in proof reading.
Reading my work as a reader helps me improve to become a better writer.
The Metronome from writer to reader, back and forth, of want and need.
The want for a better story as a reader, the need for a better version as a writer.
Symmetry is found through the motion.
