Space, the final frontier, these are the voyages of the intrepid blogger. Sending out messages across the internet that perhaps may never be read. Alas, that is the way of the word on the web.
Yet write we do. Perhaps even write we must.
What is the compulsion that drives us to put our thoughts out to the public at large? What drives this connection to the vastness of the web?
This concept is riddled with existential elements and fraught with Jungian overtones. Perhaps even Freud might have an idea or two, were he here to weigh in on the drives that push people to bare their innermost thoughts to public viewing.
Is there some tantalizing, tendril of electricity that juices the writer up when they hit "post"? Are they secretly sending messages to specific people, hoping beyond hope that their special someone will miraculously read their esoteric diatribes and somehow get a clue? On this last one, let's hope not. Only the seriosuly deluded would succumb to this concept - unless of course they are a failproof writer with clarity beyond measure AND they are sending the blog directly to the object of their desire. With that, only the second half is likely to produce results, assuming their chosen reader actually opens their email.
No, I believe there is an essential need to just clear the brain of whatever is floating around in there. To drop it off on the web and let it float off into the vacumm. If by chance the thought happens to connect and bounce back with a random comment or two, then that is a bonus.
Another day - another voyage -
Have a great one.
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