The Arrogant Emu

I have just wasted an hour reading over my old bloglet entries. It raises all sorts of questions about the nature of reality, and the nature of exposure. Why does one blog? For the same reaon one talks to people? For essentially narcissistic purposes? For the edification of one’s fellow man? Is it like the human delight we take in publishing our memoirs? We want to have told the world- whether the world listens or not - how we feel? I cannot think so, at least not universally. Perhaps more subtlely, we want to be able to tell the world who we are, rather than let the world figure it out on its own. No one knows you’re a dog, etc. Still, I cannot think that is the whole of it either. Perhaps it is te honest delight which some take in sharing their thoughts - a good idea is simply too delightful to be kept to oneself. As you position your fingers over the keyboard next time, ask yourself why. (Do like me and incapacitate yourself with introspection! O yeah!)