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PART II
I was not always in my current position. I had a dream when I was young to be a writer. It always sparked up my life to think that I could become one of the great writers. Being able to portray things in a new light. Funny thing is that I spent very little time trying to pursue this idea. To be able to see into people and express it through writing always seemed like on of life’s greatest achievements. Now I spend my time rummaging through people’s trash. And the funny thing is that I am writing about people know, but my audience is so small, and no matter how important they are, I do not feel appreciated.
But I suppose a brief biography would be in order here. Not that you are really interested right now, but it might be of interest to you later. I hated growing up. I always felt that there must be more to life that what I saw. I didn’t do much reading while I was a kid. I was a little above average intelligence, which made me pretty average. Anyway, I had the usual acquaintances, but nothing exciting. I spent most of my time day dreaming and found myself pretty bored. That is probably because I always felt that life was better than my dreams. Well I have learned a few things, and I can say that life is still pretty boring but it is very interesting.
As far as my education goes it was pretty standard. People always thought I was smart, but that was probably because they were pretty stupid. I just have an uncanny way of being able to see into things. I have a job now that permits me to use that ability. As I got older I enjoyed going to school. It was the only place where I could get to hear people express their ideas without fear of being accused of eavesdropping. Being an outsider gave me a glimpse at the inside that most would like to have, but that is because they don’t know how idiotic things look.
After looking from the distance I finally screwed up the courage to get a look from the inside. It was a brief glimpse but it terrified me. No matter how things look from far way I was always able to detach myself. Being in there was no where that I could go to. I would have been better off getting this experience first, but I have taken the journey from without the cave into the world of the shadows. Or at least that is what I thought. When I was out I had the feeling of looking on the perils and difficulties of a prisoner. The longer I was there I desired to see what it was like to be in. Having been on both sides, so to speak, I have no idea why I wanted to loos that sense of freedom that I had whilst looking in.
Now I am in and out at the same time. I am at the edge of the cave. This is a vantagepoint that lets me see the shadows as well as catching a faint ray of light from the all-powerful truth of life. I do not think I will ever get to see the light but I have the privilege of superiority over the shadows. But enough of this self-indulgent diatribe, I will try to show the process that lead me from the outside to the in and now where I am and why I have the last freedom to say what I say now.
On to Part 3
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