A Lament for the Greatness of Heroes

Western society has killed too many of its heroes.

I remember a time, not so long ago, when we aspired to (and were inspired by) greatness. We looked to heroes in the tales from our youth and saw the best of humanity – where an individual overcomes villainous selfish desire and greed, in favour of honour, kindness, and sacrifice. In comic book terms, we saw a world where Superman was an ideal and someone we should try to emulate. Even if we could never achieve it, the effort was ultimately worthwhile . . .

Fast forward a few years, however, and we see the glossy Superman ideal replaced by dark heroes and antiheroes – the Batman-types who, while well-intentioned, are tragically flawed. Sure, perhaps even these dark vigilantes triumphed over evil, but their tortured existence maybe shouldn’t be something to which we ought to aspire. Society didn’t stop there, however. It has since gone even further and has finally brought heroes so low as to cast them as villains, against whom righteous everyday humans must struggle.

What happened, you ask? How did we get here?

In my opinion, the sad disillusionment of western society began with the rise in popularity of both social media and reality TV. Instead of lauding exceptional leaders, celebrities, and heroes, we became obsessed with “tearing them down to our level” in order to pump up our own deflated egos. Not everyone can be a genius or gifted artist. Not everyone can perform amazing athletic feats. Instead of praising individuals who possessed such gifts and who nurtured those gifts through toil and grit, however, we became determined to expose their flaws. We tore down traditional standards of beauty and excellence to validate our own selfish inability to live up to those standards.

While I understand the evolutionary imperative to adjust values to fit changing societal norms, I fear that we “threw the baby out with the bathwater”. In abandoning those standards of excellence, we also abandoned the effort to pursue them (and the value that can be derived from that effort) . . . a tragic loss for a species capable of greatness.

Then, to exacerbate the situation, western society embraced Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion (DEI) values on a scope and scale that seemed oddly desperate and disproportionate. We made aspirations for excellence the least of our values and prioritized identity politics – defining our productivity and objectives by the least among us. In an effort to make average people feel like they are “winning” (or, more accurately, not “losing”), we have lowered the collective bar for human capability and created a society rewarding zero effort.

We can’t forget that we are all individuals. As stated, we each have different talents and it should be incumbent upon us to nurture those talents, to the betterment of all. You are not defined by your groups, your limitations, or your thoughts; you are not made lesser by the achievements of others. . . .

You are defined by how you impact the world.

Let’s reward those among us who impact our world in positive ways. Let’s turn our eyes to the sky again and find a new Superman – someone who embodies even just one way that can make a difference. And, when we find them, let’s not focus on their flaws (trust me, we’re all human and you will find them). Let’s not define others by the worst things they’ve done or said, and instead look for that glimmer of hope. By focusing on hope, let’s create new heroes that future generations can look up to . . . and, who knows, maybe if we keep working towards the best in ourselves, maybe one day we can make enough of a positive impact on the world to be heroes ourselves.

Let’s be heroes together!

The Law of Convergence

There is a subtle, yet pivotal, concept that we can find in every single work of fiction in existence, be it literary, cinematic, or otherwise.

This concept is observed in the lovers’ paths crossing when they do; it’s observed in the hero’s timely intervention in the villain’s dastardly machinations; and it’s observed in the event that finally brings the dysfunctional family back together, so that they may finally work out their differences.

I call this concept convergence, and I feel that it’s one of the most important elements in any tale, just as it is one of the most important elements in our own lives.

Many people are oblivious to the wonder that is the convergence.  They are ignorant of how often it occurs around them and, when they do notice it, they label it as ‘chance’ or ‘fate,’ and never give it a second thought.

I, truly, feel sorry for these people.

From every major development in our lives, to the most commonplace, convergences rule our existence.

Imagine that you’re walking down the street at a fairly brisk pace.  Another pedestrian, going the same direction, walks ahead of you, taking their sweet time.  Yet another pedestrian (or, perhaps, a cyclist) comes towards you in the other direction.  Without fail, the only opportunity that you will get to pass the sloth ahead will always present itself at the narrowest part of the sidewalk, at exactly the same moment that the person coming towards you is parallel.

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Of course, the frustrating example above may be rooted more in my own neuroticism than many of your own examples, but it’s just one of a myriad.  The point is that these types of convergences happen all around us every day.  They may be buried in minutiae, or part of a violent upheaval in our lives, but they’re there.

Everything, inevitably, converges.

Even if we accept the fact of the matter, however, the questions about ‘how’ and ‘why’ abound (and are far more convoluted).  Religion describes such phenomena the guiding hand of God, whereas science describes them in molecular terms – as the macroscopic results of sub-atomic particle behaviour.  Perhaps convergences are part of some cosmic pattern?  Perhaps we are merely missiles programmed to fly through our lives at a speed and trajectory manipulated by someone or something else?  No one can really say for certain, but perhaps acknowledging the existence of the concept, and the inevitability of the law of convergence, is enough.

If you read my novels, REFLECTIONS OF SHADOW, you’ll notice several convergences (both explicit and implicit) in the events that take place.  The concept is just one of the many fascinating and inexplicable phenomena that I love to ponder and, like so many before me, I hope that I can use art to draw attention to many ideas that might be otherwise overlooked or unappreciated in our reality.

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The Celestial Sentry – A New Poem

In glory, I want to thrive;
But beneath tempered victory my passion hides.

Oh, tear the veil;
Edit the world’s end;
Until everyone feels the spirit of iniquity.

Strife lives inside my skin;
Somewhere beyond the oracle’s sight.

I want to scratch until I free it;
Be released from the ill-fitting suit.

The punishment was to be a sentry;
Forever standing guard.

The swirling darkness sways;
Threatening, tempting, wheedling.

I fear the possibility;
I always have.

If the angels falter in their vigil…

If I’m all alone…

How long will we last?

Dreadful – Dark Poetry

Amorphous shadows swirl around me,

drawn to the void in my soul.

They burn and they freeze,

they rip and they rend.

The shreds of my sanity

can no longer fight

the lure of their wicked embrace.

They howl my name,

and her whispering words,

push away the weight that I’ve borne.

The darkness has claimed me,

I’m swaddled in thorns.

So I let the blood weep from my cankerous wounds,

like the tears that I shed for what I have lost…

Once again.

A STYGIAN BROOD – Horror Short Story

I just posted an old horror short story to my website.

Check it out! (just click the image below for the pdf)

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The ‘Doctor Who’ Existence

As we live our lives, all people face the inevitable physical changes that accompany growing older.  First, our childhood body is left behind in puberty, then our activities shape our adolescent body.  In adulthood, our lifestyles will change our physical appearance, and having children will change it further (women much more than men, of course).  Finally, old age will begin the process of eventual physical deterioration…

When we die, we are not the same physical entity that we were when we were born.  Our cells have changed so much over the course of our life that we seem to be a completely different person.  We take for granted that, throughout those changes, our mental self remains unchanged – in fact, we’ve built much of our culture around it, including the criminal justice system and the link between the educational system and the workforce.  But, in reality, can any of us truly say that we’re the same person our whole life?

If you’ve ever seen an episode of Doctor Who, you know that the character of The Doctor has been regenerated – reincarnated – twelve times (including the newest change).  He remains the same man, but inhabits a new form after each regeneration, in which he can gallivant around the universe anew.  It was watching this show the other day, that I had a minor epiphany…  You see, we are all The Doctor and, like him, we also regenerate over the course of our existence.

All my life, I’ve been blessed with a phenomenal short-term memory, but an abysmal long-term memory.  As I age, my memories of youth have tended to fade.  For me, it’s like trying to view my life, as it was, through clouded glass.  I’m grateful for the stories that my family tells, and the photographs that they keep, which help me retain the parts of my life that I never want to forget.  Having such a terrible memory, however, has afforded me the ability to compartmentalize my life and look upon it as if seen through the eyes of a relative stranger.  I remember being the boy who joined the drama club to be around a certain (unnamed) girl, but I know that I’m not really the same person.

In a way, I feel that making this distinction has made me a healthier person.  If we allow for a separation of the people that we’ve been, and the person we’ve become – if we allow those experiences to shape us, but not confine us – we allow for a far greater range of possibilities.  Every time we “regenerate,” we give ourselves the opportunity to build new experiences and leave old wounds behind.  Thus, if you’ve live a tortured existence, and all your thought is bent upon ending it, imagine how much healthier it would be if you could just leave that part of you behind, and end your suffering, without taking your own life…

Perhaps, if we recognize that we do not live only one life, but several, we might all be healthier people.  We can, like The Doctor, adapt and become new versions of ourselves, finding new perspectives on old problems and finding new companions to share in our adventures.  The possibilities are endless.

Assassin’s Creed IV: Black Flag – A Geek’s Nod

So, I’m a geek, plain and simple.

However you want to shape it, I am – and always have been – into science fiction, fantasy, video games, comic books, history, mythology, etc.

Believe it or not, I’ve actually read the Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien, and I have copies of BOTH the Star Trek and the Starfleet Technical Manuals on my bookshelves.  I still remember getting excited in anticipation of the next episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, and the X-Files.  I’ve also seen Ghostbusters about a thousand times…  To this day, I make no apologies for loving these things, for that identity has shaped the man I’ve become and, strangely enough, I’m proud of who, and what, I am (Sometimes).

When I was young, however, it wasn’t cool to be into such things.  Hot girls were NOT impressed by one’s knowledge of Spider-Man’s origins, or the cool new “Easter egg” that you discovered in your favourite game.  Geek culture had yet to leech into the mainstream, as it has so effectively in the last few years.  But I was never alone in my passion for all things geek.  I had my buddy Ash.

Ashraf Ismail, for those of you who don’t know him, is the Game Director for Assassin’s Creed IV: Black Flag at Ubisoft.  He’s worked in the video gaming industry for more than ten years, and he’s about to launch one of the coolest games that I’ve ever seen on October 29th, 2013 in North America.  Before he was any of these things, however, Ash was my best friend.  He and I shared a passion for science fiction, video games, and comic books.  We’ve been friends since the fifth grade, and I can think of no better human being on this planet (a statement I stand by, and refuse to qualify).

So, in honour of my best friend’s marvellous upcoming achievement, I’ve decided to share this incredible game with you.  It’s the fourth installment in the Assassin’s Creed series of games, and it centres around pirate culture in the Caribbean at the dawn of the 18th Century (Awesome, I know!).

For those of you who’ve yet to hear anything of the game, check out this trailer to whet your appetite…

The open world that they’ve created in the game is so expansive and beautiful, that any description I might offer would pale in comparison to the actual experience, so here’s a quick walkthrough, narrated by none other than Ash himself…

I hope that you will consider picking up this amazing game.  It will be available on PS3/PS4, PC, Wii U, and Xbox 360/Xbox One as early as October 29, 2013 in North America.

From one geek to another, I’m sure you won’t be disappointed!

NEW!!!!!!!!! Check out this great review of the game from IGN (written by Marty Sliva)…

IGN Review: AC4: Black Flag

Disclaimer: Please note that I’m not associated with Ubisoft, or this game, professionally in any way.  Any endorsement is based solely upon my own opinions.

Sense in Nonsense

So, I’m happy to report that, after a little bit of an inspirational drought, I’m back at it.  I’ve been writing quite steadily, and the second book in the Reflections of Shadow trilogy is shaping up nicely.

To those who were displeased with my last post, I’d like to apologize for the schizophrenic nature of this blog, but I’m still refining how I use this forum to express myself.  So I’d like to preface this new post with a disclaimer.  If you are not into whimsy, do NOT read on.

When I was in school, I was introduced to stream of consciousness.  We used it as a tool to loosen our writing muscles, and as a filter-free way to express ourselves.  I loved this type of expression then, and I’d like to dive into a little more, just for shits and giggles…  Catch you on the flip side!

Tears of starlight stripped of life fall gently on the rubber wet from use and abuse it isn’t that there should be something greater said the lion often the cries of his inner voice are not heard they fall like the rain on deaf ears and the man that runs the machine refuses to account for something that cannot be considered practical or measurable it’s the plight we all share whether you believe it or not too often we step aboard this journey content to let the driver dictate where we end up but the driver doesn’t understand that sometimes the view from the window is not enough too long in the form can blister our senses until they can no longer tell us anything of the ethereal I lose my greater self it strikes me when I see men and women define themselves through a deity’s eyes when that interpretation is so earth-bound as to be ridiculously biased but time both focuses and unfocuses our gaze and it always will tell me she said quietly when did you get so serious I laughed and shook my head it isn’t the seriousness that’s the problem it’s the objects of mirth in between the faerie smiled then and clapped her hands then we’ll have to find your smile again I went along because a part of me had not forgotten the child wide-eyed with wonder at the big beautiful world if you can smile when no one is around then you’ll be just fine…

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Musings on Love

Love.

The word evokes so many images, ideas, opinions, and emotions that it’s difficult to know where to start.  But it’s been on my mind of late, so I’ll give it a shot.

I guess I should begin by admitting (despite my predisposition towards misanthropy) that I’ve been quite lucky in love.  I’ve been blessed with a family who has always been extremely demonstrative and supportive; great friends, many of whom I may not have appreciated as I should have; and a wife that continues to adore me, despite my flaws.

I’ve definitely made a few mistakes in my search for companionship over the years, but, then, who hasn’t?  And, in retrospect, many of those mistakes were nothing more than perceptual – based on my confusing the “idea” of love with the real thing.  It’s such an easy mistake to make, after all, that I can’t help but wonder if that isn’t the reason for so many of the unhappy relationships out there…  When you’re desperate to live in romantic bliss, sometimes a mirage of love can be overwhelmingly appealing, even if reality proves unhealthy.

In my writing, I’ve tried to use my experiences (limited as they may be) to bring realism to the relationships between my characters.  It’s important to me that they’re not immune to the kinds of problems that afflict many searching for love.  Infatuation is a major theme that I’ve tried to explore, as is idolization (who among us hasn’t “crushed” on someone who barely knows you exist?).  I’ve also tried to explore the depths of the “true” love that exists between my characters.  As those of you who’ve known “true” love can attest, it often manifests very differently than how it’s presented to us in the media.

Don’t get me wrong, bliss does exist.  I’m not trying to convey the message that love is an illusion, or that it is any less wonderful than what we’ve been presented with in fiction and fantasy.  I simply wish to impress upon you that “true” love will manifest differently for everyone, and that it’s in love’s idiosyncrasies that it’s true wonder lies.

 

Real love will anchor you, when you are feeling lonely and adrift;

It will heal the scratches from all of life’s nettles;

It will guide your dreams, and shape your reality;

Real love will shatter the mirror that keeps you from seeing the world as it really is…

 

Creativity, Have You Been Swallowed By The Collective?

So, it seems to me that people, these days, are suffering from a nasty case of Groupthink, or “Collective” thinking (to borrow a concept made famous by the Borg in Star Trek: The Next Generation).

Imagine, if you will, that you’re driving along a busy city thoroughfare, and you hear about a delay in the route ahead.  Naturally, being a clever one, you detour and bypass the slowdown using a “secret” little-used side road.  A few minutes later, however, you’re brought to a jarring halt, and you discover that a hundred other people have had the same thought, and are now clogging your detour route!

If you’re anything like me, you understand just how incredibly frustrating this can be.

Yet, it’s only one example highlighting just how pervasive the problem of “Collective” thinking has become.  And, as tempting as it might be to blame this kind of thing solely on the overreliance on GPS technology, or Social Media, I think that the issue might actually have deeper roots…

Over decades, we’ve shaped a society of people who define themselves by the music, books, movies, and television series’ that interest them.  We bond over shared media interests, using them like a social lubricant.  While this kind of definition might not have been harmful a generation ago, I think that, in the digital age, it may be the cause of an eventual amputation of original thought.  If we’re all being fed the same media diet, after all, it’s natural that our perceptions and reasoning abilities would tend to converge – that we react similarly, because of shared experiences.  But, what if that diet consists only of junk and regurgitated material?  What if everyone is fed intravenously and simultaneously?  Have we become too similar?  And, at what point do we sound the alarm?

Don’t act like you don’t know what I mean.  Lately, it seems like everything produced in the entertainment industry is either an adaptation of an existing material, or a sequel to something that was once unique.  The shocking lack of originality was laughable at first, but it has become more than a little disturbing.  What’s worse, however, is that it’s so pervasive…  Cultural diversity is being lost the world over, to the detriment of us all!

I know what you’re going to say.  You’re going to remind me that shared interests encourage cultural similarity, and help bond groups together – which, in evolutionary terms, is a good thing.  And you’d be right, if we were living in small semi-isolated communities.  But, because we now have cities that are almost unsustainably overcrowded, and a world that can transmit data in seconds from one side of the planet to the other, we are hindering, rather than helping, our own evolution.

When I was in University, I learned about evolution and speciation.  I remember, in particular, learning about two groups of African lions.  One pride was typical and lived in a territory bordered by other prides, where, over generations, confrontation and cross-breeding occurred.  The second pride, however, lived in a segregated territory, isolated from the larger population of lions.  Although large enough to sustain a basic level of genetic variation, the isolated pride’s evolution was demonstrably more rapid, over only a few generations, than the first pride.

The point, if you’ll indulge me, is that… if we want to see variation and novelty in creativity (and day-to-day thought, for that matter) we need to step away from the “Collective.”

We need to “unplug,” even if only for a few minutes a day.  Seek out a new experience, or learn something new (something traditional or, perhaps, unconventional).  Visit a grandparent, or elderly relative, and listen to a story from their youth.  Don’t Tweet about the experience, don’t take any pictures of it… just absorb it.

If we allow that knowledge, or experience, to become part of who we are – as something unique to us – and let it nourish our individuality, it might just spark the renewed vibrancy in our culture that we so desperately need.

DISCLAIMER:

Please note that I realize I must “walk the talk,” and live any advice that I give.  Note, also, that I’m painfully aware of the irony in using this “Collective” medium to convey my message, but we need to start somewhere.