The Life of Dexter K. King: The Rise


Ever felt that you were always destined for something bigger? Well, that enigmatic feeling is the epitome of eighteen year old Dexter K. King. With a father who has mysteriously been missing for eight years and a mother barely ever seen at home, Dexter is an aspiring anomaly, yet forced to live a mundane and orthodox life thronged with attending high school classes he despises, silently observing his unrequited love from afar with no avail and no signs of progression, and practicing martial arts with a dream of using his strength to impact the world for the better and leave his legacy for history to teach the many generations to come. Suddenly, Dexter’s perception of the world as well as his perception of himself violently crumbles before him when a couple of intimidating men in expensive suits visit his home, demanding that he reveals where his mother is. What would these kinds of men want with Dexter’s mother? Well, it turns out that Dexter’s father was really the leader of a powerful and ruthless criminal gang, and after recently dying, his remaining family must also be eradicated so their secrets can continue to be concealed-as noted in their organization’s creed. So what does Dexter do to avoid the death of himself and his mother? He takes the place of his father and joins the gang of course! And thus, Dexter’s metamorphic journey into the deep abyss known as fate begins. This road into oblivion is grave, instilled with murder, grief, regret and betrayal, and yet, this path is also infused with life, love, happiness, and the truth-two sides of the same coin. Welcome to the Okami, a pack of bloodthirsty wolves that reign over the underworld with staggering authority, a merciless band of warriors that claim power as their only divine ruler, a triumphant troupe of soldiers that create an orchestra of chaos and destruction wherever they choose to roam, and the leader of them all, Dexter King.

After much preparation, devotion and faith, my Magnum Opus is finally complete and the legacy of a modern king begins. The Life of Dexter K. King: The Rise, which follows the story of a young man as he is forced to take his father’s place in the vast and violent criminal underworld, and commences his metamorphic, philosophical journey into the fathomless abyss known as his destiny, is out in stores such as Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and more!


The most powerful unseen force


Science and the metaphysical emotions of human beings rarely coincide with each other as one is often considered more lucid and the other mere chemical imbalances within our bodies that compel us to mate, fight or escape, and survive within this turbulent reality that continues to prove a stifling enigma to even the most perspicacious of all mankind. Love, like many emotions are placed on the oppside side of science’s spectrum, but according to one of the most notable geniuses of all time, Albert Einstein, a theoretical scientist who developed the special theory of relativity, the law of the photoelectric effect and many other philosophies of science that we still take influence and guidance from, our emotions and the physics of this dimmension not only couldn’t be more connected, but is the theory to life itself. In a letter to his daughter, Einstein explains that in time, mankind will realize that the most powerful, unseen force is love:


“When I proposed the theory of relativity, very few understood me, and what I will reveal now to transmit to mankind will also collide with the misunderstanding and prejudice in the world.

I ask you to guard the letters as long as necessary, years, decades, until society is advanced enough to accept what I will explain below.

There is an extremely powerful force that, so far, science has not found a formal explanation to. It is a force that includes and governs all others, and is even behind any phenomenon operating in the universe and has not yet been identified by us. This universal force is LOVE.

When scientists looked for a unified theory of the universe they forgot the most powerful unseen force. Love is Light, that enlightens those who give and receive it. Love is gravity, because it makes some people feel attracted to others. Love is power, because it multiplies the best we have, and allows humanity not to be extinguished in their blind selfishness. Love unfolds and reveals. For love we live and die. Love is God and God is Love.

This force explains everything and gives meaning to life. This is the variable that we have ignored for too long, maybe because we are afraid of love because it is the only energy in the universe that man has not learned to drive at will.

To give visibility to love, I made a simple substitution in my most famous equation. If instead of E = mc2, we accept that the energy to heal the world can be obtained through love multiplied by the speed of light squared, we arrive at the conclusion that love is the most powerful force there is, because it has no limits.

After the failure of humanity in the use and control of the other forces of the universe that have turned against us, it is urgent that we nourish ourselves with another kind of energy…

If we want our species to survive, if we are to find meaning in life, if we want to save the world and every sentient being that inhabits it, love is the one and only answer.

Perhaps we are not yet ready to make a bomb of love, a device powerful enough to entirely destroy the hate, selfishness and greed that devastate the planet.

However, each individual carries within them a small but powerful generator of love whose energy is waiting to be released.

When we learn to give and receive this universal energy, dear Lieserl, we will have affirmed that love conquers all, is able to transcend everything and anything, because love is the quintessence of life.

I deeply regret not having been able to express what is in my heart, which has quietly beaten for you all my life. Maybe it’s too late to apologize, but as time is relative, I need to tell you that I love you and thanks to you I have reached the ultimate answer! “.

Your father,
Albert Einstein

Hopefully in time, humans will finally begin to embrace accept this powerful force of love, and soon, we will all utilize its power

What is life without living?


“Progress always involves risk; you can’t steal second base and keep your foot on first.”– Frederick Wilcox 


That which dwells within our own poignant nightmares hides our deepest fears. Even while we are awake, frightening remnants of various, imaginary terrors replay in our heads as we endeavor through life like random movie scenes, leaving deadly poison throughout the intertwining webs of our scattered perceptions, assiduously burning and abating away our neurological armor and leaving us exposed to fear–fear of what could be, fear of what could happen.

These mind-wrenching visions that insidiously emerge within us all pollute our reality, leaving some to be much too credulous of their own imaginations, and are so afraid of the many dangers that can occur in life that they will rather choose to live safely in fear of their possible nightmares until they eventually expire, then to live out their desires and dreams through the natural risks that accompany this world or perish attempting to achieve their own perceived pursuit of happiness–for we all know that there is no other method to achieve our genuine aspirations than taking risks and conquering the obstacles that appear within our journeys like stepping stones steadily climbing to our desires, and those with nothing to lose, those who have already experienced their deepest fears know that our only failure is to not try and follow our passions.

Those who let fear corrupt their lives become an eerie ghost of who they truly are, a hollow shell that has given up their true ambitions to simply survive on this world as long as they can without allowing any of their darkest premonitions to come to actualization, to them or their loved ones. They survive, as they have been told and educated to since birth; to pursue dead presidents on paper as next to Gods so they too can hope to gain more power over their lives, to pursue useless materials portrayed in the latest advertisements–clothes, jewelry and cars–as an apparatus of depicting the status of the higher class and the lower, and yet, the fearful ones never seem to reach satisfaction through all of these earthly riches without their true passion to pursue, and who can blame them? Beyond the veil of materialistic fixation and the ruthless hunt for monopoly, this is a perfect system as far back as history can record, and those who utilize and accept the current axiom of life–that currency in all its forms rules the world, that time, and your time equals currency, that one is worth a certain amount of currency, and that not everyone can be on the top of the hill, that one must succumb to society to live comfortably, that some must fail for others to succeed, that we cannot decide our own fate, but can only slightly alter its outcome–prove to survive and repopulate the Earth.

The ones who don’t follow this principle, those whose appearances, perceptions or infatuations don’t exhibit society’s desired standards are excoriated and attacked as if their different views make them any less of a sentient beings, and are made distant outcasts in a physical apartheid that reside upon the mental outer rims of the world, constantly compelled to think that their way of life is wrong, that being who you truly are or who you want to be is not beneficial to our survival. While some succumb to society’s insular rules of life to avoid being treated as a leper, others cannot live a life where they cannot be themselves,a rational, innate sense that we all possess,and give up living altogether–mentally or physically, or sometimes both. And thus, masks are often donned in this universal masquerade to conceal one’s true soul as a means to survive in this pseudo reality originated by history, the propensities of our past predecessors and the current global regime. But this fear that expeditiously cripples part of mankind and  pressures them into a docile drone is something much deeper than just a natural instinct to survive in our environment.

What truly haunts us within the deepest crevices of our minds, is not a mere trepidation of the near future, obscuring present reality with our own imaginative, abysmal but often realistic perceptions of what is to come. What truly instills despair within our hearts is not simply ostensibly foreseeing the failure of one’s own ambitions, the death of one’s closest comrades, or the ceasing and fading away of one’s most cherished love, the ruthless ridicule and rout by one’s peers, the genocide of an entire nation, the slavery and perpetual oppression of multiple races deemed inferior by the masses of the officious, parochial bloodline–not even the world at war, with all of its desolation and bloodshed that will be reaped as the last days of humanity draw near its ephemeral threshold is what truly compels us to pray to a higher power we cannot know to exist, compels us to blindly follow others who offer a false sense of stability, security and sanity in return for one’s undying loyalty, support and servile obedience, compels us to perceive through a single point of view as if we were forced to peer through a fixed telescope, unable to look anywhere else into the cosmos.

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”– Oscar Wilde          


No, that which compels us to sit idly by while the world is changing just beneath the thin, ethereal surface of lies and ignorance some cannot bring themselves to break is the universal theory that we cannot alter the course of the ordained fate that controls our lives, like perfidious puppeteers deciding whose curtain is closing, who is at the climax of their performance and who is just entering the stage; we are afraid of our lack of power, we are terrified that we cannot prevent these atrocious nightmares from happening once it happens. One already trembles at the thought of witnessing the death of a loved one without being able to do anything to change the scenario. When tragedy strikes, the ones that are left alive are forced to carry the heavy burden of the deceased until they too perish, all while knowing that they couldn’t have done a thing to prevent the chaos from ensuing. Or maybe they could, and must live knowing that they did not do everything in their own limitations to save their beloved, to stop a massacre from occurring, to make a positive impact on the world when the opportunity evoked our consciences.

Most cannot endure the inner turmoil if they were to try their best to achieve their most sought out ambitions they have been yearning for before their consciousness was even formed, only to have their dreams collapse on themselves like a dying star as they risk everything but meet absolute failure. Or when one loses their house, friends, job, and their entire life based on material gain and social status without being able to prevent their eviscerated decline, we fear that when a catastrophe begins, and they always do, our actions will be futile against the thrashing tides of our lives, and we will only be able to watch it happen and anxiously await the results.

We all try our best to make our individualistic desires a reality as much as we try to keep our nightmares from becoming a reality, but we are often met with the sheer fact that we cannot always control our destinies as much as we would like to (which is absolute control all the time). This repeated failure with no overt options to prevent future failures is what causes some of mankind to give up their ambitions and dreams, a dismal cycle that continues until death, a labyrinth that many cannot escape once they are engulfed in its hazy fog. And what of the ones who still attempt to reach their dreams, the ones who still constantly struggle to be themselves, to be free in a world of slavish adherence to the regime, the ones who still take the many risks essential to achieving their desires? Well some reach the divine satisfaction that we all seek, and some don’t, left to experience melancholy with every attempt. But alas, the ones who try are the only ones who have any hope to reach them. For what is life without risk, life without death, or life without living?




We are the observers, who stand in our isolated corners witnessing the world with such fervor, our minds assimilate the behaviors of humans under the transparent covers of our alienation to the orthodox standards of the society we are inadvertently enveloped around as if we were in a astonished

slumber, a weight we carry over our shoulders

yet we constantly attempt to reign over the Goliath that has

controlled us through propaganda in television, mail and videos

connecting through our internet servers. Our soliciting eyes

hover over the identities of the masses, we witness the dnymaic

struggles humans endeavor to just fantasize about their real

paradise as they do menial labor just to survive while the true

avaricious ones are in power using us as a lucrative income like

cattle or produce. We witness the ostensible masquerades that

humans frantically throw on like shining accouterments won in a

war, just to impress the powerful and corrupt so they might have

a chance at getting a minuscule morsel of power they posses, an

epicurean connoisseur that desires nothing but the most

exquisite control over their life, and don’t we all?  We witness the

murders committed and lives desolated at the hands of the

corporations who claim for world peace and equality, who claim

that their interests are for the people, yet propose and initiate an

antithesis. We witness the triumphs that the independent yet

organized masses have made over the corrupt, and salute them

in their journies just as we all must embark on to achieve our

individualistic pursuit of our dreams. However, we learn from

public society as our hearts grow colder. The observers know

reality as it is, and therefore, we are melancholic to realize what

the world has become. But as depression is always self-directed,

we are in constant disarray that we have not yet taken action

knowing the destructive behavior and diverse but myopic ideals

of our world; those who do nothing are just as guilty as the

corrupt. We witness the massacre of our people, of all people,

the greed, the tyranny, and yet we do nothing

because we are comfortable, because our own dreams are

achievable in this world by some slim serendipity occurring, a

miracle to be given such an advantage to achieve one’s

aspirations, maybe something more. But what good is there is to

have knowledge and not use it for the people? What good is a

voice if you can’t speak your mind to teach and collaborate with

our fellow citizens to create a true utopia only heard in fables

where all denizens of sentient life can be satisfied and content, or

is there a reason that this fantasy can only be envisioned in

stories and myths? As all minds are multiple cogs to an entire

machine, we must all learn and absorb information from each

other, shouldn’t we? For we all have a story to tell. But the wars

and lies desire to inspire

separation and close-minded beliefs. Patience beckons to every

man as they enter their threshold to their fate. It is predestined

that every human will have a different choice that they will have

to make, that the mountains quake before our minds that we

utilize to retaliate against the world we have dubiously agreed to

create. But as the sun seems to rise every day, humans also rise

and survive to seek their own freedom, their own happiness

through whatever apparatus that appears through our third eye.

And so in time, the observers, who have been standing behind

the veil of society, silently learning sporadic epiphanies and

expeditiously formulating our fundamental axioms, will rise like

the sun, and revolutionize the world, as we always have. And

soon, all of the humans will know our own race, that we are all

the same, that fear is merely a prediction of a fictitious date to

come, that all different paths humans choose are aspects of the

same truth that overlaps the intertwining destinies, and are proof

that we are in essence equal. As we all take a minute to witness

life, we are all observers, we must all make an impact to change

what we see, we must share and show the truths that life evokes

to instruct us whether in reluctant acquiescence, or by

joyful submission, a universal fact that we must all adhere.

As observers, we should not only see, but listen, and

act, help and guide our fellow brother through the turbulence that

threatens to destroy all that we have worked for like a

tempestuous storm that rampages throughout our lives, as we

await for the solution that may never come in time. But that is

why we are observers. We will patiently study and change the

world for the better, even if it means leaving parts of the world

alone, because we will learn and strive, as we always have

struggled to do, but this time, in peace.

Nothing and Something blurbngli



There is always something rather than nothing where there is life. Where life came from or how it came to be, I don’t believe anyone will know. But we exist, the universe exists, something exists, and so does nothing. If anything, something and nothing seamlessly coincides in this realm just as life and death circles around each other, just as reality and dreams have a thin threshold of becoming the other, just as time and space is as ambiguous as something and nothing.

What is the most important lesson you have learned so far?


There are many important things I have learned in life so far, but if compelled to choose, the most important thing I have learned would be that life is never in just black and white, and everyone has their own paths to pave. I believe one has to follow their own intuition, their own instincts in life in order to truly succeed at achieving their dreams and goals. Humans have evolved immensely over time in our psyches, and our skills, likes, dislikes, and values have divided into an infinite number of branches that leads back to our primal nature; we’re more diverse than ever in this age, and the only one who could possibly have a clue to the way of life you should pursue, it would be yourself. Trust yourself, be confident, and follow your own dreams.



What if I told you the obstacles we are facing on our journeys aren’t actually obstacles but the path itself? We cannot become the people we wish to be by remaining who we were yesterday. We must be tested, stretched, and even broken down in order to be transformed into who or what we aspire to be. That’s why it’s called a “break-through”. I urge us to keep pushing, to keep grinding, and to hold one another accountable. No one can walk your path for you, but the journey becomes easier when you’re traveling with others headed in the same direction.

Would you break the law to save a loved one?

  1. For this question, my arbitrary answer greatly varies depending on unknown concepts like what my loved one has done to be in danger, what law I would be required to break in order to save my loved one, etc. But under most conditions, I would break the law to save a loved one in a heartbeat because of my special bond with a loved one. I don’t have that many loved ones, but those few that I have come to love are engraved into my psyche as my most precious people that I will support and protect until that enigmatic feeling known as true love is dispelled in any way or form. My loved ones have been with me through many ventures, and it is partially because of them that I grow, learn, and change for what I perceive is for the better; they encourage me, they help me progress towards my goals, whatever it may be. My loved ones are mirrored personalities of my own that make me feel that they understand me perfectly and I too them, and yet, their minds are still intricately different. We argue, discuss, and evolve from each other along with the environment and our own intuitive guides. Having said all this, if one of my loved ones are ever in danger, I would break the law to save them because I believe my bond with them transcends the law, and I will do what I believe is right. As the laws are made by men who follow a certain system they believe in, who have a certain code, I must follow my own code, my own system.