Connecting

One might wonder whats wrong with a person who willingly writes things down and sends them off into the world with no concern over whether or not anyone is interested in reading those things. Many bloggers, like myself, simply don't reach very many people, if any, with their random thoughts. So what's the point of it? Why not just think about it and let it be?

I'll tell you why.

Because the brain, or at least MY brain, is an echo chamber that rings and rings with the sounds of so many virtual realities that there's a genuine sense of non reality created by everything that goes on in there. Ultimately, for me, what's IN the brain doesn't add up to very much, if anything. It's what I get OUT of my brain, in one way or another, that manages to do anything of any worth. My brain does nothing more than mix the paint. All the things I do to get things out of my brain and into the world, those things are the act of painting. I don't actually paint. This is a metaphor. But I enjoy looking at the paintings (or the songs or the words on a page or whatever). They make life feel more real for me. They make me feel connected to the universe I happen to be planted in. They help my feet to feel like they're touching the ground. And who knows, the Creator might want to do something with this stuff. You never know.

Sometimes I do create things that seem to matter to people in different ways. And I really like that. I feel like I have, hopefully, made life a little less dark for people sometimes. But if I was the only person left in the world, I would still create. I'm created to create.

So this is just me again, taking one small step onto terra firma. The ground feels good.

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