And Thus I Write. . .

Somewhere along life’s path I have redistributed my love for writing into other mediums of expression; might they be music, didaction, or some other outlet.   I remember being in middle school and having to write a historical-fiction paper on the Second World War.  It was a stupefying situation at best.  I always had a love for the subtle moments in life when pen met paper, yet lacked the discipline for it to ever amount to anything more than exercises: sparse moments in a life filled with events and feeling worthy to be transcribed to paper, yet will remain unread for I lacked discipline.

Three people that allowed the ink to flow: my mother, my seventh grade english teacher, and the missionary that our local church supported.  The satisfaction of seeing my thoughts, my very imagination on paper- completed, was a sentiment I will never forget.

Where did this feeling go?  Why has the imagination been tamed so as to only allow certain forms of viable expression?   After all, I am now a true believer in the importance of not whether things themselves can be considered a reality, but rather if they are imaginable- for that is what forms our realities.  Albert Einstein himself conceded that imagination is more important than knowledge.

I will write on things that I know about, and if be the case, things in which I will be informed (no doubt through your comments) that I do not know about- but nonetheless, I will imagine knowing about them, until that time comes in which I will learn about them.

Bill O’Hanlon, the developer of the “Solution-Oriented Approach” to Therapy and prolific writer has stated, “If I waited to write until I was Inspired, I would have a lot less books written.”  And thus I write, in preparation for ministry, to be a better brother, son, husband, and to one day become a father.  I write to abase the “gargantuasness” that someday a thesis or dissertation will bring.

I dedicate this blog, entry, and many more entries to come to my wife, Yuliana.  Words are to no avail in expressing the love and appreciation that I have for her.  I am indebted to her for the ability to pursue what I only once could imagine.  I am thankful for her and our mutual partnership in the pursuit of knowledge and it’s just application.  I would like to express my gratitude to her for willingly entering into and co-creating our world.  I would also have her know that I joyfully encounter the frustrations and delights that academic life brings with it.  “Your almost there Nena, and remember, you taught me that if things don’t work out as we had planned: Ni modo!”

A personal goal that I have in venturing out into this world of “blogging” is to come to more of a true realization of Søren Kierkegaard’s reasoning: “The truth consists not in knowing the truth intellectually, but in being the truth.” I want this to also be a time in which I can reflect upon things, hopefully resulting in a consensus among the head, heart, mouth, feet and hands in the world outside of the net- within the Creation of Yahweh.

To constructing new realities, I bid you good readings!  And may all of our writings be but beautiful festschrifts (or webfestschrifts in this case) to our Creator and Sustainer of our realities.

–MLW

Isa. 55:11