About the Author

I was conceived by God before the beginning of time. Before my grandfather died. Before my parents' got a divorce. Before there was such a thing as before.

Three years prior to their divorce, I was concieved by my biological parents.

Nine months prior to the first day of the second month, I left my Father to visit my Mother.

Leaving dad's penis with about one hundred million other well meaning sperm, I made my way through my mother's uterus, took a breather in her cervix and witnessed the passing of thousands of my fellow travelers.

That was my first encounter with death.

I continued on the red-eye, flying through mom's fallopian tubes, got into my first fight just outside her zona pellucida and won. Nine months later mother pushed me out of her vagina.

I was a quiet baby, but that didn't last. I continue to maintain a complicated love affair with silence to this day.

All this may seem extraordinarily dull, trite and unoriginal. It is, after all, the beginning of the life of a nobody. I have yet to do anything of importance in society. I have yet to succeed where many have failed. Yet to leave a footprint in the concrete world. But my story is unique for the fact that it has never been told.

Until now. So there it is.

And here it is.

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