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Anonymous Revealed!
It’s finally time to let you in on a 2,000 year old secret
I have a confession to make. Actually, it’s more like a revelation than a confession.
You know all those fabulous quotes and articles you’ve read over the years with no attribution other than “Anonymous”? It was me! It’s true. No shit. I have written thousands of things I’ve never signed my name to.
I couldn’t. No way.
I mean — the writing just came through me. Like a storm. Like a flood. Like the Muse having her way with me. In fact, I was in such a state of selflessness when this stuff came through, there wasn’t even a “me” left, so how could I sign my name to it? I didn’t even exist!
Kapish?
And so, I did the only thing possible. I signed these outpourings of expression with the now all-too-familiar “Anonymous” – a word, by the way, whose Greek and Latin roots go back several centuries. Its original meaning? “Published under no name, of unknown authorship.”
Please don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining. Nor do I have any regrets about my past decision to take no credit for what I wrote. It felt right at the time. It did. But now, with the economy slowing down it’s beginning to make sense for me to claim what is rightfully mine.
