Non Profit, Non-Networking Blogging in a Social Media World
Speaking into the void. A black hole. Even read by a million eyes through-out history and beyond, any missive, any form of expression, communication, is only received, only processed for a flash in time and then *poof* it is gone from any individual mind. Only in the collective is its relevance.
Visiting kin in the South while growing up I was privy to warm nights like blankets and the smell of growing earth in open fields of fireflies. Like fire flowers on the stalks of long grass. We collected them bare-foot, in jars, on magical dusks. The few captured we released, after close scrutiny. Maybe a worse for the wear.
Information today reminds me of these fireflies. The best hope a burst could have would be to trigger or resonate with something larger in the psyches of the reader or viewer. Words take up with the thinking mind, but they can trigger the feeling mind and even create images or things like images. portraits maybe. we don't have the words for aggregates of perception larger than words and sentences (paragraphs, chapters and books?) Or perhaps ideas. But there are all just dry demarcations. Quantities. What's invoked by words, however, can bleed through rigid boundaries, can be amorphous. ambiguous. multifaceted.
Yet there are so many fireflies across vast nets. Nets that weren't even in our language less than an average lifetime ago. And my point? You will forget this consciously within minutes, if not seconds. Where does it go? Does it matter?
[And wow. I searched google images for fireflies to use as an image for this post. So disappoint. And I wonder, how many even know what's missing]
Visiting kin in the South while growing up I was privy to warm nights like blankets and the smell of growing earth in open fields of fireflies. Like fire flowers on the stalks of long grass. We collected them bare-foot, in jars, on magical dusks. The few captured we released, after close scrutiny. Maybe a worse for the wear.
Information today reminds me of these fireflies. The best hope a burst could have would be to trigger or resonate with something larger in the psyches of the reader or viewer. Words take up with the thinking mind, but they can trigger the feeling mind and even create images or things like images. portraits maybe. we don't have the words for aggregates of perception larger than words and sentences (paragraphs, chapters and books?) Or perhaps ideas. But there are all just dry demarcations. Quantities. What's invoked by words, however, can bleed through rigid boundaries, can be amorphous. ambiguous. multifaceted.
Yet there are so many fireflies across vast nets. Nets that weren't even in our language less than an average lifetime ago. And my point? You will forget this consciously within minutes, if not seconds. Where does it go? Does it matter?
[And wow. I searched google images for fireflies to use as an image for this post. So disappoint. And I wonder, how many even know what's missing]
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