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To blog, or not to blog?

That is the question.

Whether ‘tis nobler on the screen to be arrogant or amusing, blithe or bellicose; to chatter or chastise, denounce or deify, entertain or elucidate; to fulminate or flatter; to be gay or garrulous, to harangue or be hilarious; to imitate or invent, be jocular or jealous; kingly or kind, laughing or lachrymose; to be mirthful or morose, neither nasty nor nice; obstreperous or oily, prattling or precise, querulous or quirky, ranting or reticent; to be sonorous or silent, threatening or timid, uxorious or unfaithful, vain or venomous, witty or wilful, x-rated or xanthic; to yatter or yowl or be zealous or zany.

Thus the lexicon of language doth make ditherers of us all and cloud our minds with fogs of indecision as enterprises of great import and endeavours of no account slip away on streams of words propelled by emboldened others compelled to comment on all the seas of troubles and cataracts of mirth that constitute our life this while.

In truth, there is no right answer.

To blog is not to live but to merely comment on life.

Not to blog is not to die, but simply remain silent while all around the noise and clamour of more raucous souls deafens the world to what may be gained by quiet reflection.

Here endeth the blog.

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What have you got to say for yourself?

“Everything and nothing”, I replied, slightly pompously, when people asked me what I was going to blog about.

“But you can’t cover everything!”

“No. Of course not. But if I could, and if everything was possible and nothing was ruled out, I’d be left with everything. And, by the time I’d written about everything, there’d be nothing left to write about, so I’d have covered both options.”

“So where are you going to start, smarty-pants?”

Good question!

At other times, hoping to bring a little levity to my ‘What have you got to say?’ answers, I’d quip: “Anything and everything.”

“But you’d have to choose,’ came the reply.

“Of course I would. But I could choose anything or everything, or anything and everything.”

“What? You haven’t got the time!”

And that’s true.

Let’s face it. I’m not one of those people, so driven by the need to write, they turn the compilation of a shopping list into a literary exercise, or make each single item look like a work of art produced by a calligrapher.

Such people could write about anything, and would probably try to cover everything. Including their groceries. Which – if you check – you’ll see I’ve done.

“So what’s your blog going to be, then? Pulpit or confessional?”

Now that was a question I had to answer.

Was I going to preach? Was I going to mount the metaphorical steps and stand before my virtual audience, holding forth as if I were robed in the vestments of moral authority? Was I going to rail against the forces of evil and corruption?

Or was I going to get on my knees, bare my soul to the world, and offer up an unadorned litany of my sins and misdemeanours?

Years ago – so many years ago they’re beyond counting – I wrote a little piece of doggerel that goes like this:

I used to be a loudmouthed braggart

full of wind and piss,

blowing off in public on every that and this.

But since I learned that nothing’s true,

it’s all no more than cant,

I’ve simmered down a lot these days

and don’t just rave and rant.

For making all that noise won’t do,

it only fills the air.

It does no more than plastic glue

would do to wash your hair.

And now I ask myself: has anything changed?

Well, some things. I’ve got less hair and we all know much more.

Indeed, the volume of information now available to everyone makes it possible for anyone to have an opinion on something or another. Anything and everything, in fact. Which is – almost – where we came in.

I’d better get started!

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