Here I am.
This is the part where I've covered quite a bit of ground and I try, in this moment of relative silence, to find my best selves.
In a way, I believe that even though there is only one physical self, each moment of my life has been lived by a unique self – a self that can never be totally replicated in all of its attributes but can be remembered and, if worth remembering, modeled.
It sounds almost metaphysical but I really believe it's simply a tidy way of examining life.
Let me go back a moment.
I don't generally examine my life. I do examine almost all else.
My interests, some of them passions, range from genealogy to video games, from science fiction to the social sciences, from poetry to basketball to Buddhism. It's a helter-skelter hodgepodge of pursuits and this tendency extends to my taste in music, films, books, etc.
It is distracting.
Yet in all of these pursuits, and all of these interests, I rarely, if ever, take the time to journal or keep a diary, even to simply try to capture a few key moments of each day. My life has gone by as a series of sparse and garbled spiral notebooks, digital camera images, and half-digested memories.
So now it falls to me to try to find an example of my best self. A self worth cataloging and, most importantly, worth emulating.
