Resurrection

Ok, so for some reason I keep coming back to this blog. I've probably got 10 different unpublished drafts of posts I considered putting up, perhaps I need to push myself here. If not for anyone else, for myself. I still don't think I'll be writing in the form of a journal as I originally was, but there are plenty of other things I'm starting to discover I have motivation to write about.

About a week ago I joined a couple online forums. You may know a forum as a message board; same thing. Both forums are largely secular intellectually charged boards, which is exactly what I wanted. I needed to put myself in an environment where I had a broad range of thinking, to see if all the junk in my head can actually be articulated and defended. I've been having a blast debating, discussing, and speculating through subjects ranging from politics to philosophy, and of course, religion. Its one thing to build up all my thoughts, my philosophies, and my ideas in my own head; its another thing entirely to vocalize them to a wild card audience. It helps me solidify my thoughts, and think deeper through them as counter points or additional input is added by others. When these things remain a pool in my head, I can never quite catch them when I need it. I feel like this will be a very good thing for me.

That being said, perhaps I'll transfer some of my thoughts that arise from these forums to this blog. It can serve as a sort of log for my meandering brain. Also, I'm going to try to force myself to write about literature I read. I think the same thing is true for what I learn through these books as what happens through articulating through the boards; I'll start to solidify what I've learned by writing it somewhere.

Lets see how round 2 goes.

Short Lived?

Well, its clearly not gonna happen. There are only a fraction of my thoughts I would want logged into the annals of the internet -- the rest will stay where no man nor machine can use them to mold my likeness. There is a restraint when speaking aloud, a filter that holds back ourselves from the world. For some this barrier is slight, but for me it is vast.

Perhaps I can find some other thing to to motivate me; some removed reason to write. Perhaps there will be reason to write about the lighter things, though I've never seen much use in that. I like to experience the joys of life; to breathe them in and savor them. Words are too sobering for the little beauties; too cheap for cheap laughs. It's the deeper waters that cause words flowing from my fingertips. Deeper and darker. Thus is the problem with transparency. All one and none of the other makes a twisted thing; even if its closer to the truth.

Good luck, godspeed, etc.