A surreal ray of light shimmers tantalizingly, traveling for eons through space and time. Its origin, mysterious and obscure, but its purpose unambiguous and singular: to infuse quixotic veins, philosophical brains, and artistic temperaments to an anthropomorphic life form. Relentlessly bestowing the genetic code, and a heady concoction of scars and maladies, the gift of an all consuming puzzle has been built into the fabric of those destined to unfurl the puzzle of their heady, artistic selves.
Looming strange and lost in their own world, this starry-eyed fleet ponder their mystery and live in their strange and starry-eyed way. And, here are a few of their quirks and inherent traits:
Their life is one big existential crisis.
They seek metaphysical discussions.
They look for a cosmic poetry in everyday life.
They search for the symphony of truth.
They revere silence over the cacophony of an empty noise.
A vacuous way of life just about kills them.
They are the quintessential anachronism.
Their pain and discord connects them to the profound.
They make conversations with the stars.
The emptiness and vastness of the cosmos stirs them.
They ache to be mystery solvers.
They question, and rage to live an authentic life.
They smile on those rare occasions when the parody yields momentarily to a moment of meaning and beauty.
They live to give themselves to a surreal, sublime beauty and to the thrill of an adventure that challenges their very core.
They blaze their own path.
Fitting in is a veritable anathema. Sooner or later, they leap off the bandwagon.
And, that partly explains my eccentric, madman like semblance.
So, what is your story?