`Let the jury consider their verdict.' (the King )
`No, no! Sentence first--verdict afterwards.' (the Queen)
`Stuff and nonsense!' (Alice)
`Hold your tongue!' (the Queen)
`I won't!' (Alice)
`Off with her head!' (the Queen, at the top of her voice. Nobody moved. )
`Who cares for you?' (Alice). You are nothing but a pack of cards!'
I talked to a friend about all the possible reasons people pour thoughts (dreams, fears, desires, and observations) into the blogosphere. The friend does not know about this... petit coin de quelquechose of mine. We tried to map some people and place them on the spectrum between a complete ego trip ( goes with telling the world, and reminding the world to read) to the other end of the scale – not telling a living soul, to protect the private buzz from just firing thoughts into the ether and not knowing where they’d end, and how they’d criss-cross with the myriad of other thoughts bypassing each other.
Wouldn’t it be fantastic to have the most private sanctuary of thoughts in the blogosphere as a time capsule, to be opened at a date not yet known in time and at an occasion yet to occur? A gift to someone we’d really like to understand us?
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