SW Hammond
The study of the fundamental nature of knowledge, reality, and existence.
It's all here. It's all been documented. The complete, unabridged collection of my life's work. From discovering bugs and trees, to teenage melancholy, to rock n’ roll and relationships and philosophy and society and me never quite getting any of it right… and finally figuring out why.
Why?
Because I’m human. As much as I’ve tried to reach mind-altering states of God-like consciousness, I can’t. I’m not. It just won’t work like everyone else’s. *raps fist on noggin*
From a young age, I began documenting. Journaling. Writing about the world, how I saw it, and any wisdom gleaned from it. Enlightenment. I wrote about my journey simply to understand it, in hopes of one day transcending it.
I write to process the world. I don’t perceive it the same as you. I often don’t understand it at all. It feels very unnatural to me — my existence as a human. I can’t seem to identify my feelings and I don’t know what to do with them when I do. Putting all of this into language, tangible definitions, was my way of narrating the world — and thus being able to gain a mental image of the story being told to me about it.
Without words, I’d be… lost. Adrift.
So, with these words, and the world that I’ve internalized through them – this is the history I felt was worth writing and worth keeping.
