Originally written Dec 15, 2013
It begins.
I have often thought of what it would be like to wake up one day in a strange house with no memory of anything prior to my waking. In this scenario I would discover that no one ever claimed me as family or friend. I would be a clean slate with no preconceptions, no emotional barriers, no biases, and subsequently perhaps a feeling of no purpose.
The largest obstacle in my pursuit of bettering myself is my past; I believe this could be said quite accurately about nearly anyone.
The past holds the experiences necessary to exalt us unto salvation but it also holds within its walls the shackles that damn us.
With that knowledge, there remains only one thing any of us can do; that is to act. The question is how to act.
In this scenario I often would find some message, in perhaps a letter lying on an empty table that hinted as to my purpose in this new place of which I’ve no memory. The message would always say something along the lines of “learn what you can of this place.”
With that mysterious, yet authoritative command, I would have a definite purpose the moment I read it. I would have nothing else to do but to learn, and so I would seek out the libraries, and I would learn.