As I began to review blogs, blogging and some blog sites, I realized I don’t really get the intensity behind blogging. It’s almost like a huge regurgitation of words about anything whether it makes sense or not.
Maybe it’s that very freedom to just put up (or throw up) any verbiage that runs out of the cerebral vortex without any care as to who, what, when, why, how or where.
As I consider this a little deeper, it’s like the world has been given the opportunity to take a chance at their moment of fame, and everybody is talking at the same time. Where a website seems organized, blogging seems to be anything but.
It’s sort of like tracing your thoughts. To me it is amazing how two thoughts can be linked together by seemingly unrelated events or circumstances, yet there is always a connector. Vivid or vague, it’s always there.
It’s almost like being lost in a sea of words, thrown about aimlessly by the waves of content from one thought to another and no firm foundation in sight. All I can think of is “WOW!”
As much as I enjoy writing, blogging almost seems like the insanity of words. The vision of a hoard of ants comes to mind, just growing, covering and devouring everything in sight.
Information is like that as I think about it. We have become addicted to information. The last time I checked, all the information in the world duplicated every 18 months. I don’t think it’s even possible to wrap your mind around that.
I wrote an article some time back that projected into the future what will happen with this unstoppable growth and proliferation of information. The focus was on what would happen in developing something new, and how it would become obsolete during the development process because the very knowledge that was being used would change, not in 18 months, or a year, but in a nano-second! See what I mean? Just try to even imagine that.
Then it occurs to me that there are many out there that are compelled to write. Reading of those words may never take place for many, yet posterity records them none the less. Somewhere in a niche’ on the internet those words hold immortal. Discovery may never regard them as a treasure, yet they bear witness of anothers thoughts about a given topic.
Ramblings with no apparent point sometimes surge to the forefront, along with the horrific distortions of truth on any topic. Just as there are posts out there as described, there are likely as many books that would fall into the same category.
Feelings of pleasure accompany this post, even if none other than it’s author find it interesting to contemplate. But here I am, adding my singular, unique, individual ramblings to the morass of undulating verbiage that is no longer invisible in the ether and frequency of our universe. I’m looking for some higher ground so as not to get swallowed up, somewhat fearful that there might not be any.