Welcoming the Unwelcomed, continued
Foremost, thank you for taking a chance on connecting with me.
Let’s begin with questions paired with promises.
Are you afraid? If so, I have gifts for you.
If you are angry, I have gifts. If you feel tired, beaten or lonely, then come, take my gifts. You are who I want to give to.
If you are too fat or too short or too old or too ugly, my gifts are for you. If you are sick, if you are dying; if you are alone and certain that you will always be alone, share my life. Take from me.
If you are a loser, if you are a sinner, if you are a pariah or a killer, please let me be your ally; let me be your friend. If you are a failure or a sucker or a geek, let this be your safe place. If you are stupid or a coward, if you are a victim or weak or hated or unloved, know that I understand. In all these ways, I am exactly like you.
If you have ever been oppressed, worried, shy, confused, ignored, misunderstood, unappreciated, unknown or isolated, know that I have felt all of these feelings and I feel many still.
From me, please take everything you can.
I have much to give, but most of what I can give you, I cannot give you today. I have more to give than you suspect, and yet the best of my gifts are gifts that I cannot give to you—not because I won’t gladly give them—but because you aren’t prepared to take from my best.
No matter what you choose to take, I promise you this:
Everything that I possess I will give to your children’s children’s children.
That is my vow; my contract with you.
Take every gift I can give that you are ready to take, but if you are ready or not, everything I have I will give to your children’s children’s children. They will be ready.
I’m giving you everything you discover among my posts, books, and “stuff,” but these gifts alone won’t stop bullies, won’t bring home daddy. My gifts require time for you to overcome your—very reasonable—doubt that I’m telling the truth. Your doubts are important, are vital. For now, don’t believe me. Don’t believe anything I say.
Not yet.
Life's simplest tit-for-tat
I’m sorry if you cannot take everything I’m giving to you and your unborn descendants, but that is your fault as much as it is mine. I started too late. You, maybe, have yet to start.
In the meantime I need you to give to me. I’m not asking for your money. What I need from you is your support. To support me, I need you to judge me. I need you to read what I write in my posts and judge whether what I give you is worth sharing with those you love; with those you know.
That is all I’m asking you for. If you choose to do so, share me.
I have books you can buy, but I’m not asking you to buy them. I can give you more in a book than I can in a blog, but the posts are enough. Judge me on what I give for free, what I give you in my posts.
Remember: I am asking you to share only what you believe is worth sharing. Nothing more. In return, I’m giving you everything I can. Don’t believe me yet, but comes a moment when I have diminished your doubts, consider that you and I can redirect Humanity from our current disastrous path. You and I can pave a road to an unimaginably better future. Better for everyone.
That too, I vow.
Welcoming the Unwelcomed's continuation... uh, continued
Who are you kidding?
I’m not kidding.
Yes, you now have plenty of room to doubt me, to be certain that I am a fool. Did I promise an unimaginably better future?
Yet, if you find anything here that is worth your time, anything that you think might interest your family and friends, please share it. Discover here our better future while you judge my gifts; but understand that this is the beginning of the beginning. To help your children’s children’s children, I need you to share, to give away that which I give away.
That’s how this works. What I give to you, you give to others.
So say you're not kidding. Gimme what you've got.
Here is one gift from among those that I am providing. I’m attaching no “maybes.” Giving you this gift among many, and your choice to share it, ensures that future babies will receive all the gifts:
Theoretically, I will publish a book, already finished, on Christmas day, 2023. The book, Disposable Houses, tells in excruciating detail how to build beautiful, safe houses for your descendants, as well as for every child yet unborn… that will cost $125 a month. And last nearly forever.
I’m lying, right? Impossible! A stupid lie!
Sharing one of my greatest-gifts-to-come even before I’ve established any cause for you to trust me means that I’ve just ignited your deepest skepticism. Thus, my intent. For now, doubt me.
Going to the Moon was impossible until JFK showed a skeptical world that it was inevitable. So too, the replacement for disposable houses: Thonic Homes. But until other of my ideas prove valuable to you, exercise your skepticism. At the same time, be open-minded. As I share my better ideas with you and you share them with others… none can stop us. Better ideas, once introduced, eventually win.
As you travel around my website, remember my contract with you:
Through you, everything that I possess I will give to your children’s children’s children.
Stick with me long enough to rate my honesty, no matter how absurd my housing claim seems. Our hopes, dreams and beliefs are daily crushed, but in the marketplace of ideas, the best can only be delayed, never stopped.
Yawn! Yeah? So how soon, Santa?
How soon will $125 per month homes be on the market?
Timing depends in part on you. You don’t need to believe this is an achievable goal. Not yet. If you were writing this and I was reading this, I would not believe you. While doubting you; while being confident that you must fail, I would tell you to prove your assertions.
Which is what I will do.
I will prove my assertions.
No matter what you do, I will deliver on my promise. Maybe not on Christmas day. Maybe a tad sooner, maybe a tad later. But the more support you provide—support limited to sharing only what you believe is valuable, only to the degree that you feel comfortable—the quicker I will prove my assertions; will give away my gifts. And there are many to come.
Please. Share.
If you’re not bored, please browse. A decent starting point would be my first blog entry: Departures. But also click the Disposable Houses link in the top menu. Get a taste.
Thank you,
Steve
