How far have I come? Have we all come? My own little corner of cyberspace to write whatever I wish. This is my inaugural blog!
Just think of it! Someone in Outer Slobovia can read my thoughts. Even a person in Central Slobovia, where I would assume there is much more connectivity,can be in touch with my inner self, my core, my stream of consciousness central person. Oh, we may not speak the same language, share the same customs, see the sun come up at the same time. But these are minor differences. What is important is that I am one in a manner of speaking with that on line Slobovian farmer, pharmacist, alchemist, interfenestration specialist, or deepsea fish farmer. It is one soul in unison with another soul. The innermost innermost of the most innermost. Man that is deep I am trying to tell you.
But wait. So many other people are writing or at least thinking the same thing. Millions, maybe ultimately billions would like to believe that they are communing with people around the world. And then what am I? Little me? A grain of sand in a vast beach of other grains trying valiantly but futilely to distinguish myself from all the other slivers of silicone. A nascent part of an Intel Chip. One small cog in a giant worldwide invisible wheel turning, turning but coming back to where it started and going nowhere.
I will not dispair, though. Not me. What if all my fellow bloggers felt that way? Eh? What would happen then? Eh? I am not a quitter! I will persistently blog on, confident that I can make a difference in this vast incorporeal space I am now entering. If I can touch a heart, tickle a funny bone, change a mind, catch someone's eye, get under your skin, make you pull your hair out, give you the willies, or get you to lend me your ears, then the world will be better for it. And though I am but small and insignificant, I am certain that together with my fellow bloggers I will prevail.
All power to blogging!!! Right on!
Just think of it! Someone in Outer Slobovia can read my thoughts. Even a person in Central Slobovia, where I would assume there is much more connectivity,can be in touch with my inner self, my core, my stream of consciousness central person. Oh, we may not speak the same language, share the same customs, see the sun come up at the same time. But these are minor differences. What is important is that I am one in a manner of speaking with that on line Slobovian farmer, pharmacist, alchemist, interfenestration specialist, or deepsea fish farmer. It is one soul in unison with another soul. The innermost innermost of the most innermost. Man that is deep I am trying to tell you.
But wait. So many other people are writing or at least thinking the same thing. Millions, maybe ultimately billions would like to believe that they are communing with people around the world. And then what am I? Little me? A grain of sand in a vast beach of other grains trying valiantly but futilely to distinguish myself from all the other slivers of silicone. A nascent part of an Intel Chip. One small cog in a giant worldwide invisible wheel turning, turning but coming back to where it started and going nowhere.
I will not dispair, though. Not me. What if all my fellow bloggers felt that way? Eh? What would happen then? Eh? I am not a quitter! I will persistently blog on, confident that I can make a difference in this vast incorporeal space I am now entering. If I can touch a heart, tickle a funny bone, change a mind, catch someone's eye, get under your skin, make you pull your hair out, give you the willies, or get you to lend me your ears, then the world will be better for it. And though I am but small and insignificant, I am certain that together with my fellow bloggers I will prevail.
All power to blogging!!! Right on!

1 Comments:
Jack, way to go. This is your first comment. And what do you know. It is coming from yourself. Kinda appropriate don't you think?
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