It's funny...watching these updated blogs flash by. There's a good amount every minute. Every minute someone is publishing a post, sitting somewhere...their house, their friend's house, a hotel, a motel, an office maybe, all typing and clicking and filling their little text boxes with all their ideas and commentary. There's a constant flow of them. It is hard to comprehend, with this single mind. It is hard to comprehend that there will always be someone typing something at any given minute. But then you toy with the imagination and think about that vast mass of humanity, how much of us there really is, and then it seems pretty possible, for this constant river of information and text noise to surge without cease.
I don't actually explore any of these changing names. Just watching the flickers is enough (oh, there goes a daily xxx movie blog, too late). A vast amount of mirrors, just flickering and sensing and reflecting all of humanity, all out there in the electronic sea, ceaseless.
I think about the individuals and wonder if they have thoughts like embedded trenches into mountains of distraction, and if they can easily tap into that trench and think clearly when they sit down. Of course they can. But I wonder nevertheless. I wonder if when the hurtful thoughts come at them like spears, they can wrap them in plastic and tip them with rubber so that the thought spears do not hurt as much.
I wonder if these mirrors bend the light a little bit, and if the totality of the bended light comes out to what we really are.
I'm one of the mirrors. In just one click I will be part of that ceaseless river of information. And I wonder what role my mirror plays, reflecting the contemplation of the very structure it is a part of. I wonder what sort of role that is.
I'm glad for birds, and the sounds they make. I'm going to go outside and watch the descending sun and listen to the birds and watch the swaying grass and the nodding trees golden green in the light for a while.
