Blogs and blah. Forums and philosophy.  Foolish.

Communication in a day where people talk, sing, write; campfires beneath the stars. The old ways meeting the new.

Funny though, how isolated the herd has become.

Facebook. An evolutionary marvel where people can conduct the flow of words to strangers and friends. Yet. Sad if really thought about. No tactile sense of bond. No familial reality other than that given by the glare of a computer.

Disjointed and disappointed. A whole world ‘feeling’ connected while losing the ‘connection’.

What I write means nothing. Absolute shit if you ask me but I know as I’ve seen so much, heard so much, felt so much, been so much. “Much ado about nothing,” some may say. To them, I smile as for them, it is good and comfortable to be ignorant.

Why is the self such an overriding emotion? Preservation perhaps? Pride? Value of existence? Probably a combination of all and none. Probably there is  not one answer all would accept. Probably. Probably is a wonderful ‘word’. So full of promise and yet so empty. Just like the word, maybe.

The various languages are full of words with double meanings, or actually, no real meaning at all.

‘Trust me,’  now there is a loaded combination of words. Trust: a word conjuring up honesty. Me: a word so leveled in revelation it becomes many other words. Combine the two… yikes!

A lot of jumbled words just written. A muddy page filled with gooey philosophy and for me, an outlet as I’m not a part of the herd. Never have. Never will be. Though, ‘trust me’ when it is written that I miss the old days and old ways. The days of laughter and tears. Of survival. Of being huddled around the campfire sharing gossip, news, and stories of the day. Those were the days there was a real sense of humanity and a real use of words.