No Name, No Face, No History
There are many things I would like to talk about. My name is not one of them though; neither is my appearance and to know my past, one would have to be a good fellow, perhaps a friend for decades. I once heard that an English man will have many friends over the course of a lifetime. Depending on jobs, location of domicile and such, an English man will change his/her list of friends. An Italian man on the other hand, will have a handful of friends for life. For Italians, friends are simply extended family. I am of that latter category: I confide only in people whom I have known for long periods of time. The Latin blood runs strong.
When I write for an audience, I prohibit from using my birth given name. I do not post a biography and I do not go into very personal details. For one who does not know me fully, what would be the point in throwing-in a few lonely facts? It would create a bias within the reader that might influence his/her reading of my material. One shall either know me for who I really am or know very little about me. I think the latter option works best.
I also do not put myself out-there because I do not enjoy spot-lights. Have you ever stood on a podium with spot-lights? You cannot see your audience or even recall your own thoughts because the lights focused on you seem to only have one purpose: to blind the speaker … too much is too much in my opinion. I can give speeches all day, minus the lights. Generally, I like sitting to the side, where I can enjoy my surroundings by simply watching the flow of Life. If I am alone I savor the sunlight; in public I’ll take the shaded corner.
There is another reason why I do not give out personal information and it has to do with some of my personal philosophy. My thinking has been greatly influenced by German philosophers such as Friedrich Nietzsche, Arthur Schopenhauer and Immanuel Kant. To this day, I honor the importance Kant’s categorical imperative.
"Act only according to that maxim whereby you can, at the same time, will that it should become a universal law."
I usually like to help-out as much as I can. Friends and family can call on me at any time of day or night if needed and I will do my best to be supportive. Yet, we should all be helpful for our family and friends. That is a given. Therefore, I go a step further and help-out strangers, people I see for a short period of time (perhaps even just a few minutes) and never see again after. When I stop to give a hand or whatever is needed to a stranger I happen to pass by or come in contact with, I call that “an act of random goodness”. I help for the sake of helping. I do not need a donation receipt; I don’t want a ribbon, a sticker or my name engraved anywhere … I just want to help if I can then, I will keep going wherever I was going. There is no need for me to give-out a name; I do not even require a thank you although it would be appreciated.
When Red Cross and Greenpeace send me booklets, calendars and all sorts of other stuff, I wish they stopped spending the money on packaging, stamps and the rest. I do not donate because I want or need a calendar. I donate because I want to donate. I do appreciate their effort though and some of the calendars I have received from the Red Cross have actually been of Nature in Canada, which I do like.
I got carried away as usual. The point I was trying to make is that labels such as our names, or shapes such as our looks, are really non-important and inconsequential. It is who we are as individuals and what we do through our actions that really matters. Everything else is extra.
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