about ex movere 2

The last time I tried to explain what I was doing here, I spoke in the third person and basically sounded like a douchebag. The bottom line is simple though, and I’m still essentially working for the same goal. I want to write something that answers the most terrible test offered up against the works of any author, the almost insurmountable question, “So what?”

Why should you care how I feel or what I endure during the course of my life?

Why should it matter at all, how could it matter? What value does it have for you?

I don’t know yet, to be perfectly honest. I’ve maybe had four moments in my life where I’ve read something or someone has said something to me that really just woke me up and shook off the cobwebs and changed my life. That’s it, and that’s probably even a stretch to say: just four moments for all the library of books and essays I’ve devoured, the thousands of hours of dialectic and argument, the weeks and years of quiet, zealous contemplation.

But you can’t put a price on those moments, those great realizations and tectonic shifts in paradigm. You can’t buy revelation, demand insight or enlightenment, commission the design and custom construction of inspiration; and if you can, and I’m mistaken, then someone, anyone, please, send me a link to the e-store where I can mail order me some of *that*.

So without ceremony or any games or names to hide behind or any somesuch nonsense, I offer Ex Movere 2. It’s a sequel, the name will have to do, stilted as it sounds.

Ex Movere 2, round 2, my second attempt at answering that miserable, oppressive test. So what?

So what, you ask? Why should you care that I’m writing again?

Because I care, and I love you for reading, for investing your time on my site, for trying to hear my voice when I’m screaming in here, for screaming along with me. Because I want to hear from you, whatever it is you have to say, because that’s the entire fucking point here, isn’t it?

I’ll write 50,000, fifty million words if it earns five from you because those five words might be my 5th precious moment where someone I encounter changes my life, and somewhere in this chaos I might actually reach out and touch somebody, and that’s worth anything and everything to me.

So here we go again, heading way out on a limb and damn well ready to saw it off.

Welcome to Ex Movere 2.