Blogging seems to be a fairly lonely sort of business. One is alone with his thoughts, as is the case 99 percent of the time anyway in life, and the only difference here is that he is for some reason writing them down. Why? So that he can be clear about what he himself is thinking?
No, I don't believe so.
Why write then? Why blog?
One suspects that an audience is either anticipated or imagined. Perhaps it is someone loved. Perhaps someone lost. Perhaps it is a group of like-minded friends. Perhaps it is a group having something in common. Like MS, for instance.
Perhaps we simply want to speak, and to hear a voice in return. Society seems to become less and less a community, more and more a scattering of isolated fragments, buck shot, trying to remember not only what barrel they came out of, but what the original target had been.
We set our fingers to the keyboard, we direct our thoughts into hyperspace. We say, essentially, Is anyone there?
And we wait. And we listen very closely. And we think anew.
There are observatories devoted to listening to space. There are devices that listen to the nearest star, to the nearest galaxy, to the asteroid belt and the rings of Saturn, and to planets and solar systems that are no more than theory.
And what is the answer, what sound does it make?
It is the sound of one hand clapping, I suppose.
1 comment:
Wow, that red is something to look at. LOL. You are blogging. At least one like-minded MSers is reading.
I don't often comment because I'm prowling over 200 blogs and other websites during my free time. Then trying to do some writing of my own, as well as teaching too.
So, don't feel too alone. According to my feed, over 100 people are reading my dribblings, but maybe only 5 people comment regularly.
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