I Am Nobody

My blood is mixed. My father and mother have hated one another since before the day I was born. The sexual encounter which spawned me was the last they ever had. Such bad luck for them, and for me as well. They have scarcely spoken to each other since the time I first learned to speak. I saw each of my parents only separately, and each one sought to turn me against the other. There has never been unity in my life, not ever. When I was five, fate decided that I should die, but science and myself colluded to make it otherwise. All this pain left me with two things, intense fear and sadness, and an intense feeling of compassion for other beings which feel pain. Since that time I have tried to educate myself, I have tried to see things as they really are and was emboldened by this thing called reason. I told my family of what I had learned, buy they did not understand, and the stories of my adventures angered them. They called me a liar, exaybachay, he who talks loud, saying nothing. They ridiculed me, my own family, and I was left to wander the earth alone. I am Nobody.