François-Marie Arouet (French: [fʁɑ̃.swa ma.ʁi aʁ.wɛ]; 21 November 1694 – 30 May 1778), known by his nom de plume Voltaire (/voʊlˈtɛər/; French: [vɔl.tɛːʁ]), was a French Enlightenment writer, historian, and philosopher famous for his wit, his attacks on the established Catholic Church, and his advocacy of freedom of religion, freedom of speech, and separation of church and state.
Voltaire was a versatile and prolific writer, producing works in almost every literary form, including plays, poems, novels, essays, and historical and scientific works. He wrote more than 20,000 letters and more than 2,000 books and pamphlets. He was an outspoken advocate of civil liberties, despite the risk this placed him in under the strict censorship laws of the time. As a satirical polemicist, he frequently made use of his works to criticize intolerance, religious dogma, and the French institutions of his day.
I was blessed with two Voltaire’s in my family, one is my Father, the other is my younger brother, they say everything is in a name. Well if that is true, these two people give a lot of personality and vim and vigor to theirs. They share many of the same traits, some most would admire, while other characteristics are less favorable.
They are both wounded, hurt little boys at heart, who lash out to those of us who love them the most, they both lie as if everyone around them are idiots, they cheat on the women who tolerate and love them, not to mention the people who have trusted them. They are extremely intelligent but don’t always use it for good. They were given gifts most of us weren’t and yet they feel they are the victim and complain about others as if they were perfect. They have hurt those around them so deeply that when we do hear their name, it causes more pain, than never hearing it again.
Thankful, Grateful & Blessed!