There are times, like now, when I feel fairly certain that all this motoring around in cyber-space, writing down what you take to be your own thoughts, reading the thoughts and activities of those who perport to be others and just generally performing one's identity(ies) as if in a large cloud chamber of consciousness to see what combusts, disappears, recombines, morphs into something "new" is an enormous waste of barrels full of monkeys. This means you, buddy! Get out of here! I don't care what you think anymore than you care if I think! Figure out what might be "fun," and go do it! What you're doing now is killing me! No, seriously, not literally! Plant the seed for the possibility for critical thought for years to come.
But then there are other times when I realize that I am The Singular Plural, that without the so-called Other, I am Nobody, and just thought of "being" Nobody forces me to send my messages into the unknown!
Does it matter that nobody reads me? Or that my message never gets communicated? You bet!
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