This is called Apotheosis and again, is by Carl White. I did an internet search to see what Apotheosis means and it is quite interesting, especially given what is in my mind today.
In theology, the term apotheosis refers to the idea that an individual has been raised to godlike stature. In art, the term refers to the treatment of any subject (a figure, group, locale, motif, convention or melody) in a particularly grand or exalted manner. (Source: Wikipedia)
I have started researching for my storyline and it is hard not to be influenced by events in the world. I know that traditionally I write about things that interest me or things I want to learn about. I also seem to write about things I am drawn to, whether I know the reason at the time, or not.
I trust that my story will continue to present itself to me, just as its characters do. Whether it is about life or death, winning or losing, remembering or forgetting, it all has its own special meaning and impact when combined in its own unique way.
To me, that is the beauty of writing. We all know there are only so many words in the English language (or whatever language you choose to write in), but there are billions of combinations in which to use them. It is commonly said there are only 7 stories but it is how we tell them, that makes them unique. Our own personal perspectives, intention and purposeful use of words is what allows us to write our own stories in ways that are meaningful to us.
We hope our words have some impact, yet we cannot predict or control what they mean to others. We all want to make a difference in this world and leave a legacy to show we were here, that we existed and we cared enough to act. Is it that desire to be known that drives some to madness? Their search for their own uniqueness driving them to great depths to stand out from the crowd? Are their dreams so different from ours or it is just their methods?
What are you willing to trade to be remembered? Your soul, your boundaries or that of others? Some surrender their demons, others their humanity. The line between them is often blurred, especially over time and history. Mistakes are forgotten, inaction is forgiven. Judgments reconsidered and marters punished.
We are often asked to write our own obituaries in order to determine what is important to us. Do we elevate ourselves to rise above history and time or just to survive it?


