At first when I started this Blog-page, I thought, "hmmm, let's blog..." I like to write and re-read what I've written - it's a narcissistic tendency of mine. Then, I had 3 children. But I've always kinda been cyclically cynical about writing for others, if indeed Blogging could be considered that -- it's on the internet in the public domain, is it not? -- as it just seems like a sheer waste of time. Firstly because I'm not famous, so absolutely no-one cares about anything I have to say in written form or otherwise. Secondly, because, in my most humble opinion (and you know already what that's worth), writing in general is a dangerously neurotic tendency -- like going to therapy and talking to someone else about your problems. It may feel good in the moment but is their any proof positive that it heals one? One might argue just he opposite. “It is not what enters into the mouth that defiles the man, but what proceeds out of the mouth, this defiles the man.”Matthew 15:11.
So, one can easily comprehend the possible conundrum which an enterprise such as blogging confronts a man with. To flog or not to flog, thees iz die quéstion? Whezer itiz nobler in zé mind to shut up zan to expound upon zé inéffable mysteries, yes?
What do you think? (You see the delusional aspect of blogging now in reading this post -- this writer thinks there is someone reading. A cruel joke indeed.) Toodeloo, dear sympathetic reader. Perhaps I'll post again and perhaps I'll simply disappear back into the void of written non-expression. Or, if I exist, I can still write for myself.
Self, are you reading this?
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