Same old threads of thought come to the forefront of my mind.
Something deep I long to speak
Though the same thought
Have I uttered before
Here I am
Or so I think
For hear is not
But utter is
To speak is to be
To type or write
To tweet or post
These are merely ways to pronounce
Not necessarily to be heard, but merely to put forth a record of one’s existence.
We used to chisel in rock or write our names in cement.
Now we tweet and it is more permanent than rock, even if our permanence is made fleeting and meaningless when dropped amidst the overwhelming multitude of thoughts and gibberish put forth.
We have never lived before in a state of never deleted history of action and thought.
We are who we are today and though we change tomorrow we are still saddled with everything that we have done yesterday. Unlike before we can no longer escape the knowledge of our past, because it is all laid out behind us, documented on youtube, facebook and twitter for all time. The fucking Library of Congress has added tweets to it’s voluminous documentation of history. Historians of the future will not be able to comprehend how their predecessors worked before the time of unlimited effortless documentation. Although, will this become a curse instead of the blessing I appear to posit. If all people put forth their thoughts, their mark upon our shared culture, will meaning lose itself in the flood of information? Will a “needle in a haystack” be replaced by “a meaningful tweet”?
Here I am, or so I think.
For time is not something I understand.
Who is to say that I’m not already there or not here yet.
If someone claims to know it is not I
I have enough trouble knowing who I is.
I enjoy the idea of tightly packaged thoughts buttoned up and returned to their start. Why not just rearrange the words in different ways to get across slightly different meanings.
Am I just trying to be clever or is it merely an outlet to my odd and rambling mind?
As always I retire, with nothing answered, yet much gained; for in spewing forth my mind upon this screen, the unnerving fear of what all life becomes, death, is put at bay and a peace settles. If only for a time.