Digiphyte

In the ultimate spirit of stream of conscience I present the new age. The age of blogs, mobile computing, and non-stop 24 hour connection. From brain to keyboard, bytes and pixels. Then beamed out worldwide as a nugget of brain meat for the curious to open their mouths to consume.

Has whimsy been elevated to intention by giving it the keys to the mental car. Able to drive wherever its curious tendrils reach out. Able to bask on the electrical beach of creation. Should it be able to do that? Should we let it run off with us in tow, heedless of the shame our little passing thoughts could bring us.

Being heedless of shame never killed anyone, just led down paths that may not be correct. At least as far as I know. Many times shame has made me feel like I wanted to die.... A curious thing to ponder on this little trek, am I ashamed perhaps?

I guess I am ashamed. Ashamed of my actions and inaction's. Ashamed at once for saying what whimsy has asked me to and what I kept back from whimsy saying. Confrontation is the bane of many existences which is why we may be where I am now.

Is it not easier to behind closed doors(or in my case inside a closed car in a parking lot) to say our innermost thoughts and post them anonymously some far place away hoping but not hoping anyone will see it. Should the same whimsy be allowed greater voice by direct dialog?

Ya know I reread this and think probably not wholly. I start spewing this shit off to most people I know and they'd think I was nuts. I'd probably think someone was nuts for saying it to me. Or is that stoic rationalization we are required to have at our functions at all times?

But I'm using different perspective to illustrate the same point. Maybe newspeak is real. Maybe our words and culture have boxed us in. Blocked all the exits and told us all to sit down and shut up while the movie is rolling. Maybe that brings us back full circle, to the original reason this little bit of mind drivel has started.

In the ultimate spirit of stream of conscienceness I present the new age. An age where we may not be able to get out of the doors we've closed ourselves behind, but if we look out the windows whimsy may just be more entertaining than what's being played out before us. If enough people look out we just might find ourselves no longer blocked in.