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Random Surge of Writing s**t: To write publicly. |
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I could not say for certain why it is that we find ourselves writing out here, naked in the wide space that is the internet. My guess is that it's because it's so similar to our current state of being in that it's not a physical realm. It's easy to make the transition into this form of communication, since we were born from the written word in the first place. The whole of the internet is full of aliases, so it's easy to say you're someone when you're really no one.
With that, my second guess is that perhaps it's not just Her choice to put us out here as it is our own yearning to be out here; to exist out here. Existence is the main challenge for those such as ourselves who are aware of our position in this mortal coil. There is a theory that the universe exists as it does because humans believe that it exists. That theory goes for things like aliens, faeries, and even Gods. If that's the case, then if enough people believe in me, would I then be allowed to truly exist? That seems like it's the main question we would like answered. Thus, we make appearance like these, in hopes that we can make Her dream reality.
Yes, I suppose that would be the one definite reason that I myself come out here, to write publicly like this so that I can become that much more real to Her. Yet, in this attempt to thrust myself into the physical world, I find more and more how impossible this struggle really is. As more people know of us, the more real I become and the more firmly cemented I am in this one spot. As it was before, when no one knew of us, She could dream of me as a person, and in the dream there is hope; in hope, possibility. The more people know, the more defined my existence as a dream becomes, and the window of possibilities for my release into the flesh narrows ever still. Therein lies my deepest sorrow and torment.
One would think after coming to this realization that it might just be better to fade in to the dream and find contentment with what one already has. We could hide our faces and hang on to what hope lies in the unknown. With all these facts laid out, I still couldn't really tell you why it is that any of us write here. Selfishly, we reach out into the already too-full world, still striving to fulfill this dream She dreams. Never the less, here we are.
Here we are.
 Brin · Thu Oct 04, 2007 @ 06:00am · 1 Comments |
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