<We’ve been inside your head and we’ve been inside Ender’s head and we’v been inside our own heads for a thousand generations and these humans make us look like we’re asleep. Even when they’re asleep they’re not asleep. Earthborn animals do this thing, inside their brains–a sort of mad firing-off of synapses, controlled insanity…>
<We know about their dreaming>
…
<What good is it, when it means nothing?>
<That’s just it. They have a hunger we know nothing about. The hunger for answers. The hunger for making sense. The hunger for stories.>
<We have stories.>
<You remember deeds. They make up deeds. They change what their stories mean. They transform things so that the same memory can mean a thousand different things. … And their lives are so short, they die so fast. But in their century or so they come up with ten thousand different meanings to every one we discover.>
<Most of them wrong.>
<Even if the vast majority of them is wrong, even if ninety-nine of every hundred is stupid and wrong, out of ten thousand ideas that still leaves them with a hundred good ones. That’s how they make up for being so stupid and having such short lives and small memories.>
<Dreams and madness.>
- Xenocide, Orson Scott Card
No, this will not be about Xenocide, or Orson Scott Card, though maybe occasionally of the things I take away from his books. This blog will be a record of the things that make up my “dreams and madness”. The quotation I typed manually from Chapter 15 of Xenocide connected with me so strongly that I had to do something about it. Then I realized those words were what I had been looking for all along–in a shallow way, the title for the space I intend to make my own on the internet. On perhaps a more personal and intelligent level than LoveStyleFree.
Lovestylefree.com has been a wonderful exercise for me the past few years and it’s become a melting pot of random things that I liked enough to blog about. Photos, daily agendas, events and culture related things. It became so random that it was hard to be even slightly serious on it–It could have been my Tumblr (though different people use Tumblr differently, I just prefer to… tumble in it). That is why a need for this website is born. So that I can, eventually, distinctly project who I am on the internet without having a zillion categories and incoherent posts.
Basically, a fresh start.