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Erasmus the Stellar
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Greetings, citizens of Iwaku. I am Erasmus the Stellar, with my true name being Erasmus Sidereus. I am a creator--someone who forces something to come out of nothing and take form. I am not a god, for a god is but a ghost, an apparition... a nothing, a thing that isn't. A creation by man, something, yet still nothing. I am a creation capable of creation, a creation with a creative mind which I plan to put to use here. Hence, a creator among creators in this union of creators.
I am not a man, yet I am man... and a man. I am not a man in the sense of manliness, but I am a human being, a member of humankind, a part of humanity. Likewise, I am not a woman in the sense of womanliness, nor do I identify as either one or adhere to man-made rules regarding either one. In fact, I do not identify at all, for gender is but a ghost. Partly created by ourselves, partly created by others... it is debatable. Gender, to me, is a needless limitation in thought, a box out of which some people find their way out and some do not. Some who find a way may prefer to stay in the box for the comfort and security it brings. I broke my box and exorcised my ghost, among all other boxes and ghosts.
I am approximately 20.5 years old, yet my twentieth birthday is in three months. I have had just twenty birthdays, nineteen which I have celebrated. I was born exactly 19 years and 9 months ago, but I existed before that. I was and am under constant change, past childhood, presently in late adolescence. However, to ascend to adulthood I still have ways to go.
I came to this community to unleash my imaginary unit, my creative mind, my nothing out of which I as the creator create everything. People, worlds... creations and creators. I entered to exercise and train with my fellow creators in this multiverse that Iwaku is, be it with one partner or two or three or everyone.
Not a beach, even though a change like that is hardly unwanted, nor the security of my box, which is a physical box with four walls, the embodiment of my life. Every day the forest calls to me, yet I seldom answer to all of its calls. I believe every other is a fair approximation. I visit the forest and in return the forest tells me its tales. In return of the tales I give the forest my tale. Both of us fill in the missing parts, amend, add and subtract until both of us end up with two entirely different tales from the start. Our original tales, however, aren't lost. Once I leave the forest, the forest will wait for the next passer-by to tell its tales to.
The song in my head at the moment is known as 'Unwanted Songs' in English. The song is in my native language, so you wouldn't understand it. Even if you did, you wouldn't.
I am not a man, yet I am man... and a man. I am not a man in the sense of manliness, but I am a human being, a member of humankind, a part of humanity. Likewise, I am not a woman in the sense of womanliness, nor do I identify as either one or adhere to man-made rules regarding either one. In fact, I do not identify at all, for gender is but a ghost. Partly created by ourselves, partly created by others... it is debatable. Gender, to me, is a needless limitation in thought, a box out of which some people find their way out and some do not. Some who find a way may prefer to stay in the box for the comfort and security it brings. I broke my box and exorcised my ghost, among all other boxes and ghosts.
I am approximately 20.5 years old, yet my twentieth birthday is in three months. I have had just twenty birthdays, nineteen which I have celebrated. I was born exactly 19 years and 9 months ago, but I existed before that. I was and am under constant change, past childhood, presently in late adolescence. However, to ascend to adulthood I still have ways to go.
I came to this community to unleash my imaginary unit, my creative mind, my nothing out of which I as the creator create everything. People, worlds... creations and creators. I entered to exercise and train with my fellow creators in this multiverse that Iwaku is, be it with one partner or two or three or everyone.
Not a beach, even though a change like that is hardly unwanted, nor the security of my box, which is a physical box with four walls, the embodiment of my life. Every day the forest calls to me, yet I seldom answer to all of its calls. I believe every other is a fair approximation. I visit the forest and in return the forest tells me its tales. In return of the tales I give the forest my tale. Both of us fill in the missing parts, amend, add and subtract until both of us end up with two entirely different tales from the start. Our original tales, however, aren't lost. Once I leave the forest, the forest will wait for the next passer-by to tell its tales to.
The song in my head at the moment is known as 'Unwanted Songs' in English. The song is in my native language, so you wouldn't understand it. Even if you did, you wouldn't.
