well here I am entering the mysterious world of blogging. Until recently never heard of it, never even thought about doing it but having read some by other pople I realise that it's just a question of jumping in and having fun. So here goes...
One thing that occurs to me as I embark on this strange voyage of discovery is that I'm mildly terrified- of no one reading this, of everyone reading this and thinking I'm a complete dork, of feeling a fool all by myself. I certainly don't feel like I have anything profound or earth shaking to say- at least not today. But who knows maybe I'll find that I do as time goes on and I stop being quite so self conscious about what feels like talking to myself which I do all the time anyway so maybe I shouldn't feel so bad about doing it in writing instead of out loud.
The other thing that strikes me is when do you stop? when do you say "Enough is enough. I've rabbited on apparently to myself for pages and pages- get a life!" Is it a time thing? "I have to stop now because I have to go to work, scholl, eat ,sleep, bathe, talk to my partner, family, the cat" or is it a case of "I've ranted on for two hundred pages and my fingers have cramped up so maybe I should give it a rest?" Or is it more random than that - I can live with that. As I get older I'm more comfortable with random than orderly. Life isn't orderly, it's messy and painful and frankly we could all do with more in the way of instructions- a kind of Guide to Life for Dummies. Ah I hear a million annoymous and probably non existent voices yelling what about the Bible, the Koran, the Torah etc etc? What about them? Interesting reading if you don't have anything else to do. A source of comfort to millions I have no doubt and I'm also sure that for those who truly believe they are an inspiration and a road map to a way of life that may or may not suit them. But so much of what is unhappy messy and unpleasant about our world is acted on in the name of the words contained in those books and the messages they convey to their believers . As a consequence I have no belief in them whatsoever. Human beings are animals, just like any other species, more predatory than some, more vulnerable than others. The only thing that separates us from the rest is the ability to reason beyond the limits of our current situation and imagine something different and then find a way to make it happen- which sadly makes us the most dangerous destructive predator on the planet.
Oh- now I get it. You stop when you run out of steam. Guess that's me done for today then.
