"At the back of our brains, so to speak, there was a forgotten blaze or burst of astonishment at our own existence. The object of the artistic and spiritual life was to dig for this submerged sunrise or wonder; so that a man sitting in a chair might suddenly understand that he was actually alive, and be happy." Chesterton
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
blogging?
This is kind of a new thing for me. I've never really gotten into the whole blogging thing except randomly to read friend's posts. The whole concept wierds me out, not gonna lie. The fact that millions of people read millions of other people's thoughts about life, and that people get into really deep stuff on here. Or not so deep. I guess we all feel safer expressing part of our hearts on a random webpage to random people we'll never meet than we do letting the people right next to us see them. Or maybe it's because we all want to feel significant and the thought that somebody might take the time to actually read something we wrote means that someone, somewhere actually took the time to notice us. Or maybe it's because it gives us a chance to capture a thought or an experience, contemplate it, and let other people see it so that it doesn't just blow by in the rush of whatever else wants to consume our lives. I'm not really being critical, because obviously I'm here making my own little soap box for the universe. I'm more just really curious why exactly this whole thing works. So, for whatever it's worth, that's what I think right now. We'll see where this goes....
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