My life has not been very long, but it has taken some extraordinary twists and turns. I grew up with the Internet and in my teenage years saw smartphones and social media take over the world. It was wild, and we’re all still dealing with the fallout, but this explosion of information technology has allowed me to learn and grow in ways I never expected. My ravenous curiosity and the joy I find in the free play of ideas make me the kind of person who can thrive in the information age, and I am incredibly lucky to live at a time when so much of mankind’s accumulated knowledge is open to me.
At the same time, I’ve become totally untethered from mainstream culture and drifted through some strange regions of cultural space. I’ve been exposed to a huge variety of different perspectives and striven to integrate them into a more comprehensive view of the world, and while this has been quite a thrilling trajectory of personal development, it’s left me pretty far afield, culturally. I’m tuned in to so many interesting things, but I consistently find that despite the diversity of media I consume, there’s just nobody in my life who’s into the same stuff. I am a culture and a paradigm unto myself.
My perspective is unique, and I enjoy helping people see the world in new ways, but I also want to find more people who can meet me where I’m at. I hope my website will work on both those fronts, giving me a space to share my idiosyncratic thoughts with anyone in my life who wants to know me better, as well as allowing me to reveal my power level to anyone else who’s out there. I’m not expecting anyone to join me in my far-flung cultural corner; I just want to point out some of the things I’ve seen on my journey here. I’ve been through a lot in the three decades I’ve been Alex Freeman, and I have a thing or two to show for it. It does get lonely at my level, but the view is spectacular.
Heraclides Ponticus reports, admiringly, that Pythagoras recalled having been Pyrrhus, and before that, Euphorbus, and before that, some other mortal; in order to recall similar vicissitudes, I have no need of death, nor even of imposture.
Jorge Luis Borges, “The Lottery in Babylon“