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So you want to know something of the author of this site for some strange and vaguely curious reason. Well I can only tell you what I can from my limited and highly subjective perspective. This is;

My name I shall endeavor to keep anonymous but my online alias is "ohm," among the countless others that use this handle. I am a rather tall, one hundred and ninety eight centre meters,  fellow that is frightfully lean, seventy five kilograms, though I think I do well to hide it. Among other things I have a shocking crop of dark brown hair which is usually unkempt and have a pair of hazel eyes to suit. My usual style of dress is anything as long as it is long, that is to say it is not often I am out of the pants and jumper setting. This seems to contradict my locality which is in Australia though I think I have developed a tolerance towards the swinging climate. This is perhaps because I was born in Australia and have remained here for most of my life, barring an all to brief stay in Germany. Hobbies and other related paraphernalia are contained on a list as long as east is from the west, so I'll try and condense them down. The two main passions of my life are God and literature. Now the first is as complex as it is simple while the second I will endeavor to bore you with. Reading and writing, it is what I do, it is what I love. The genres I keep coming back for would have to be fantasy followed by science fiction. I enjoy everything from Tolkien's "Lord of the Rings," to Jordan's "Wheel of Time."  I also enjoy indulging myself in all forms of Manga, favorites being "Ghost in the Shell," and the series "Neon Genesis Evangellion."  Favorite movies, well how about the top five? "Shindler's List," "Stalingrad," "Star Trek 7: Generations," "Ghost in the Shell," and "The Professional." These five are always subject to change, some have been in the list for many years while others have only just been added. Well apart from my religious tendencies, my literature, what else is there? Well I suppose just little things like; classical music such as Brahms Hungarian Dances or the timeless Vivaldi and his four seasons. Also chess, yes I play it, though not overly well, though perhaps slightly above the average players understanding of the game. I suppose walking, I do it a great deal, and occasionally chatting with a few online friends. As far as establishing a brief physiological profile on myself I suppose I am not your average eighteen year old male. Currently though I seem to be teetering between who I used to be and who perhaps I would prefer to be? I'm not to sure as the development of the self has come to a grinding halt, as if I am either waiting or just am being made to choose. So perhaps I should explain who I was? Concisely I would say I was a reserved, judgmental and overly sarcastic person who hid everything, from others and himself, behind a mask of suppression. Now this was only a small facet of my individual self, one which only was displayed to the unknown. The other facet that was displayed to the known was one of a responsible, talkative person lacking a few too many inhibitions. So combined in a very weird way these two facets were the person I was. Now, the person I am? Well I lack the perspective to even begin to contemplate the now but I can guess at the person I am becoming. The person I am becoming is, well, I really don't know. I suppose this is because where my mind lies is in the past, and rarely does it pass out of those relatively tranquil waters. I guess what I am contemplating is happiness and the off chance of whether or not it is attainable. Of course it is, but are we, am I, willing to make the sacrifices for it? You see it is all about choices, life, and in the end we hold the rudder in our hands. It is when we let go and allow ourselves to be taken in by whatever takes our fancy that we seem to lose control, though even then a choice has been made. The choices we make in life are what define the people we are, though sometimes I find myself wondering, getting lost within the paths of my own strange little mind. Twice in my life I think I have attained happiness, once I thought I shared it; though it seems that I was blinded to what was really the case. The other is by myself and was a completely different type of happiness, though happy I was all the same. I guess I am seeing that the only path I really can tread with security is the path that Alice took. "Where I walk; I walk alone, where I fight; I fight alone." This is a quote from a relatively strange source but is true for the person I am, and I add on my own; where I wonder, I wonder alone.

Rather bleak ending isn't it? I don't think so. It is all a matter of perspective because everything is subjective. Though of course there's exceptions to every rule; especially this one.

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