To Blog or To Be

To BLOG or To BE

On the last day of October 2011, I reconsider my one year as a blogger. (http://twheatscarousel.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-so-it-begins.htmll).  In a world wide sense, by blogging, I see again what a grain of salt or a single leaf one person is. We last a season then finish by falling unattached from the giant tree, or by swooshing out to sea with the next big wave, to become the sea, or - well, you get the picture. In such a huge homogeneous mix of planet people, everyone who is able, types and/or talks, onto this fake paper, film or microphone from our table/desk/laptop, thinking we are one wise/funny/serious individual writer, actor, business person with something really really unique and important to say (or sell) to the WHOLE WORLD!!  The Whole World - I can't even fathom that. As you can tell, I still don't get it. Really, I neither sell nor have wisdom or humor to offer, but I still blab away, with the rest of 'em, with only the thought that I CAN do this, so I do, and I will.

Don't you wonder, how all the piles of words and letters that people manage to put together about personal days and nights, dumped out there to float around net space, are of real value?  Businesses calculate and circulate paragraphs, pictures and promises to THE WHOLE WORLD.  Will it really be useful, in time, except for selling or preaching, or self indulgence today?

A face to face contact with a breathing smiling/frowning/talking person seated across a table, (without a computer and printer on it) or on a walk on a sidewalk/street resounding with footsteps/friends/ or bird and dog sounds; leaves and flowers, gravel, clinking dog leashes, laughing children - those fill a day so much more satisfactorily than a typed, too-bright monitor with last week's pictures or movies or news flashing and cackling.

But then again, when I see a family photo, with the people I love and miss, or get a note that says "please pray", or find from an antique census a note, or a book with pictures of handwriting and quotes from persons long six feet under, there is definitely a connection to - what? A real person, a place, one life.  Maybe those sounding off  with a fountain pen/typewriter/keyboard or giving me a view of a different life through a tiny glass hole in an iPhone/camera, in "living" color standing right there on my desk, really is hugely important. Is it just for today, is it just for me or will it last longer, and go farther than that? Does it matter?

Blogging, is about a promise to carry through a discipline, rather than giving anything to anyone else. Admittedly, it is a connection to pioneers, explorers/scientists/spiritual teachers, wise people, ancestors, angels and demons.  There are risks, there is pain, we have joy; maybe a plan. Will Steve Jobs heirs or Bill Gates eventually regret their role in blogging, texting, netting history, like the guy that made the science of the atom bomb available? A while ago, I read some tiny print on  some software's terms of use; it was an appeal - to use technology for good. That's my prayer today.

I'm just not quite sure, if there are big enough rewards, in blogging. I'm a simple person.  I have decided to continue blogging (at least through April 2012).  

I have not decided whether  "TO BLOG" is as important as "TO BE"; or if they mean the same.