Foreword

As I sit here, contemplating how to look polished, I am deciding to go with what flows out.

I believe that if one has to be concentrated to one thing, I am first and foremost, obsessively infatuated with knowledge.

I am most of the time, the epitome of oxymoron and/or paradox, absurd contradictions appearing in conjunctions.

I have heard terms for people akin to myself, a polymath, multipotentialite, polyhistor, generalist. Whatever I am called, my expertise spans across a significant number of different subject areas.

What are you? To define is to limit.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray.

Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself.

I am large. I contain multitudes.

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself, Part 51.

As I grow up, I have accumulated many interests across fields of study along the way.

Some of them I have found lasting passion for, their fire burning steady inside of me as I live and breathe these worthy pursuits of knowledge, the rest mere fleeting fascinations.

I think of myself as a lifelong scholar, academic and activist. My big loves are, to name a few; reading, writing, music, Language, Linguistics and Philosophy.

My other loves are, painting, movies, tv shows, yoga and several other fields of academic study I am quite fond of but I suppose I would not be tied down to for the rest of my life; e.g. meta-knowledge, epistemology, history, psychology, international relations, oceanography and truly, all of them form an extensive collective, more than I would be able to name in one go of typing.

As of today, I am all that above, a polyglot speaking 7 languages and counting, a woman in love with her God, painfully aware of my own existence and how infinitesimal I am in comparison to the universe, pouring my heart out on this blog.

I got a lot of heart to give, a multitude of love to share, an abundance of passion to unload. I could want nothing in return but for you to be the recipient.