A lot of people make a lot of promises for things that they actually can’t control. Things that sound perfect but that betray the very nature of what is. People coming offering a constance that in it’s actuality is as unavailable as it is ill advised. Life and meaning are a work of contrast, cooperation, and fluctuation. Any purported constant is a death. I am not here to bring death. I am not offering perpetuity of happiness. I am not offering a perpetuity of peace. I am not offering some panacea of truth. I am not offering beauty by any widely marketable definition. And I’m certainly not offering holiness, or purity, or exceptionalism, or wealth, or morality, or health, or power, or status, or any other shiny, culty, bullshit promises. All of these are enticing betrayals. No.

I am here to offer you Blasphemy. In the hopes that through it the chains of society will crumble into dust at your feet, and you will step beyond the cage, decide for yourself what is important to YOU, and go after whatever that is without apologizing.

It probably sounds pretty simple. And in so many ways, it is. But it is also complex. It involves questioning the most fundamental aspects of our assumptions. We’ll be talking about emotions, the world, the self, meaning, knowledge, the critical importance that imperfection plays in sustaining our existence. We will be talking about a lot. And if I do my job correctly, along the way, you will laugh, and you will cry, and you will be challenged, and you will be inspired, and you will be unleashed upon the world according to your own design.

The thing that I really offer to the world is honesty. Not in the form of “saying facts out loud”. I have peeled myself back layer by layer, never willing to lie to myself, or about myself. However difficult you’re imagining that that would be, it is more difficult than that. Not just inside of myself, coming face to face with my fears and my blemishes. Although I assure you that one of the most harrowing things a person can do is to look into their own eyes without flinching. But it was also challenging in the way that I was treated by others. In spite of these difficulties, I believed in my heart that that honesty was my calling, and there were two primary reasons why I stuck it out no matter how hard it got.

1. I believed that, being trapped by the limitations of my own senses, objective truth was not available to me, and the closest I would ever come to knowing anything real, was to be honest with myself.
2. I believed that whatever power or process had brought me into existence, whether it be evolution or deity or whatever else, had infinitely more creative experience than I did. And so, the most naked version of myself would be the most beautiful. I would not put up any veneer in an attempt to edit or camouflage what I am.

Throughout this iterative process of unveiling, a lot of people became very angry. In the presence of my honesty, their dishonesty shone out like a street light. And at a certain point, to be honest with myself, I had to challenge the lies that I was being taught. Such an honesty doesn’t just blaspheme against a particular premise. My existence was a blasphemy against society at large. To the atheist I was blaspheming science. To the theists I was blaspheming God. To the faculty I was blaspheming academia. To the politicians I was blaspheming the rule of law. Through my own unbridled exposure I was calling into question everything that they relied upon to understand their world. But for the precious few who were hungry for something real, what they found in me was permission to be human.

Welcome to Form Oracle: The Art of Blasphemy