I’m not me and that’s OK.

(in keeping with my ‘purging’ theme, I’m gonna release old blog posts that I meant to come back and clean up. These are just scattered remnants of long-gone ideas…)

There seems to have been a movement, of late, which discourages the use of pseudo-identities (or masks). Despite the enormous work being done to ensure anonymity for the masses, there seems to have been a shift in expectations. I don’t know why this is. The arguments *for* masks are pretty easily laid out. For example:

“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”
-Oscar Wilde

“We created open circles that allowed us to don and discard different masks at will — and we could dance behind these masks without fear of discovery or ridicule.”

Good and Evil bounds me above and below and how I feel or act at any given moment is rarely either extreme. I am capable of everything, nothing, and all points in between. I am continuous – White, grey, and black being only 3 colours on a palette of infinite possibilities. I am free to tell the TRUTH or LIE. Conform or rebel. Offer up the hilt of my sword in friendship or bury my blade in an unsuspecting soul. I am, in a word, free