The Philosophy

How much of life is an accident? How much of me is simply random chance masquerading as the carefully orchestrated influence of environment or free-will? The most formative and meaningful experiences in life are so often the accidental ones; we can't choose our families, where or how we fall in love, the day we're born or the day we die, we can't plan inspiration or radical shifts in perspective -Can we? I want a protagonist who is radical and revolutionary in a self-centered way, born as the Accidental Human, becoming the Deliberate Human, a man on the frontline of our conscious evolution; a reflection of the confusion of free-thinkers on the cusp of a new paradigm, the frustration of the artist as SHe sees the same mistakes endlessly repeated, the anger of human beings told that they are capable of far less than they know, deep down, that they are.

We are all capable of transformation, of deliberate, willfull interaction with ourselves, our nature, our origins, with our future, both collectivly and individually; every person is a portal to the infinite potential of all creation, a vast and powerful vessel of inspiration and design. All that is required is devotion, persistence, determination, maybe a little patience.

And yet "man", the human, as it is commonly understood, is none of these things. Man suffers from the disease of Mind, an undirected series of associations collected over years of chance encounters and compounded by the unexpected. Autonomy to this breed of Human means nothing more than being comfortable with the ruminations and convulsions of an involuntary muscle spasm.

My society, my culture, praises those with the greatest ability to let the mind runs its course. Education is founded not upon true wisdom, or true learning, but upon tailoring the ramifications of this beast to fit with the consensus convulsion. It is about being able to lie in the same bed and not disturb each others sleep. Ones ability to choose the right scripts is of paramount importance, to read the right line at the right time, and to jump to the right role. In the more enlightened of sub-cultures greater praise is fortunatly given to the ability to jump between roles at will, but this is rare.

What is it to live beyond the accidental limitations that our species so requires? And why does it require these illusions?

More importantly, how do I reflect such complex ideas in a simple story?