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The blank page offers us opportunities to clear out some of the cobwebs which have found their way into the corners of our minds, draped across the panes of our views, and crowded over the unentered passageways of our thoughts. i
Meandering philosophy brought to you through the convenience of cyberspace.
The blank page offers us opportunities to clear out some of the cobwebs which have found their way into the corners of our minds, draped across the panes of our views, and crowded over the unentered passageways of our thoughts. i
Wouldn't it be remarkable to have spent your entire life in anonymity where no one ever knew your name publicly until you've passed on. Then, upon your passing anyone who drives by the funeral home sees your name there in flashing ten-inch tall letters. For a brief moment, drivers would read your name and wonder about you, who you were, what accomplishments you made in your lifetime, did you have friends, family, were you loved, what you did while you were here. Then, as quickly as your name faded in a blink of electricity the drivers musings would turn to their own safety, their own lives, loves, happinesses, and heartaches. As the last spark of electricity faded from the bulbs that illumined your notoriety for that moment, suddenly you'd be forgotten by people who never knew you.
Sometimes, I really question the values that many people wandering the planet these days embrace. You can get a strong sense of large swaths of the population if you spend any time in a chatroom. Granted there are a lot of great people that frequent them, but the freaks and wastes seem to be outnumbering those people lately. Perhaps, it's just me.