Starchild

Growing up, as a chubby young adolescent from nowhere and nowhen, a social recluse with little confidence and an abundance of imagination, the idea of transcending the human form took hold of me in a very real way. What my developing rational mind could intuit as being unattainable, my ego yearned to cultivate. It was a way of sidestepping the mundane lessons of personal growth attained through suffering in conventional, socially productive ways, on the path to…well, that end goal was the real question. But there was an end goal, the riddle of Man teasing this broken little human to crack it.

I can still feel the same thread of consciousness I had as that boy who pensively walked the fields in the mountains where my family and I used to spend our summer vacations. The desire for exploration inherent in Man, sparked and emboldened by Arthur C. Clarke, loneliness, misty air and morning dew, made the vast expanse laid out in front of me suddenly awaken anew as a veritable Wanderer above the Sea of Fog experience instilled with chuunibyou and a blossoming appreciation of self-awareness. My powerlessness made romantic by the grandeur that was unfolding in the theatre of my mind.