Genisis
So, after several stop-starts, here we are and here is where it finally begins.
For some on this earth, the only exercise worthy of participation is one of communication. As we’ve come to witness, this rarely involves the actual give and take of information. Rather, it most often degenerates into a description of one’s own lonely perception.
Relevancy is critical to this process. We can’t close our minds to the subject at hand and we’ve seen how some can’t hold the topic long enough to stay within the bounds. Timing is equally important. I recall that when these errors are combined, those who say the wrong thing at the wrong time are forced outside of the circle. When a rude and unknowing third crowds in with an undesired and inappropriate declaration, the first person will often turn to the second and, after a pause to shake off the interruption, will move forward with, “So, you were saying?”
The danger is this may turn into a futile monologue, just another muted voice to be ignored in echoing the wilderness like so many countless others. But I am now urged to begin in any case.
I am urged by friends who share some of my concerns and quite often differ with my opinions. Yet, I think I may have struck a chord a long time ago when I once described to them that I felt this avenue could be like a virtual campfire. I was hoping that we could sit underneath the stars together, in the pitch black, with only the flickering glow of hot ashes to give reluctant light to our dreams and best kept secrets. If you’ve ever spent a moment like that in your life, then you know how comforting it can be to let those secrets go in the middle of the night.
This will be a subject of a continuing discussion but let me tell you up front that the difference between me and you is unmistakable and profound. Your perception and my perception will never completely agree. I am convinced of few other immutable truths in this world. If 360 people sat around the campfire, they would all describe a relatively different view, height of the flame, and warmth of burning embers. That, you can count on. But it is sufficient that we all observe the same fire nonetheless and I, at pole 90, will never feel like you do, at pole 270, unless you put some effort into describing it accurately to me.
We are talking here about communication and I am trying to tell you how important your participation in this process is to me. Unlike some others, I listen to what people say. I spend many hours contemplating the meaning of the words of others and I choose my own words very carefully, rest assured.
It comes immediately to mind that I do not expect that people are necessarily prone to communicating well nor are they in any way alone in their desire to share their views. Speaking, relaying, commiserating, are definitely learned skills and surely all natural methods of existence for beings on this earth. I admit I am rather poor in personal encounters. I need more time to think about things and this avenue suits me better.
And, stop now, before you go thinking that you’re special in this regard, realize that humans are not singled out for their ability to communicate. Birds squawk, lions roar, and bees shake and shimmy, all relaying their impulses throughout the nest, the den and the hive. Even ants speak to each other. Ants, as it turns out, can teach us a lot about ourselves. So, animals and insects of the world, you are also welcome here.
That leads me to the most often used word, “I”, which represents a unique personality. I really try to keep “I” out of it but I am burdened with several disorders, not the least of which are ego, procrastination, ineptitude and extreme feelings of inadequacy. The one thing that strikes me, however, when stepping up the ladder to visit all levels of our society, is that I routinely encounter other cavemen who are no more sure of themselves than I am. That fact offers some odd satisfaction but the only real difference between me and them is that I listen far more closely, to themselves and myself, than they do or than they are capable of doing.
Getting ahead of myself here but just felt that something must be said about any intended theme. At first, it will seem that there is no intended theme but wanted you to know that is an incorrect perception. I promise all of it will tie in together quite nicely as we proceed. And I don’t like to break promises.
The floor is yours.
Cheers to all, MEB
For some on this earth, the only exercise worthy of participation is one of communication. As we’ve come to witness, this rarely involves the actual give and take of information. Rather, it most often degenerates into a description of one’s own lonely perception.
Relevancy is critical to this process. We can’t close our minds to the subject at hand and we’ve seen how some can’t hold the topic long enough to stay within the bounds. Timing is equally important. I recall that when these errors are combined, those who say the wrong thing at the wrong time are forced outside of the circle. When a rude and unknowing third crowds in with an undesired and inappropriate declaration, the first person will often turn to the second and, after a pause to shake off the interruption, will move forward with, “So, you were saying?”
The danger is this may turn into a futile monologue, just another muted voice to be ignored in echoing the wilderness like so many countless others. But I am now urged to begin in any case.
I am urged by friends who share some of my concerns and quite often differ with my opinions. Yet, I think I may have struck a chord a long time ago when I once described to them that I felt this avenue could be like a virtual campfire. I was hoping that we could sit underneath the stars together, in the pitch black, with only the flickering glow of hot ashes to give reluctant light to our dreams and best kept secrets. If you’ve ever spent a moment like that in your life, then you know how comforting it can be to let those secrets go in the middle of the night.
This will be a subject of a continuing discussion but let me tell you up front that the difference between me and you is unmistakable and profound. Your perception and my perception will never completely agree. I am convinced of few other immutable truths in this world. If 360 people sat around the campfire, they would all describe a relatively different view, height of the flame, and warmth of burning embers. That, you can count on. But it is sufficient that we all observe the same fire nonetheless and I, at pole 90, will never feel like you do, at pole 270, unless you put some effort into describing it accurately to me.
We are talking here about communication and I am trying to tell you how important your participation in this process is to me. Unlike some others, I listen to what people say. I spend many hours contemplating the meaning of the words of others and I choose my own words very carefully, rest assured.
It comes immediately to mind that I do not expect that people are necessarily prone to communicating well nor are they in any way alone in their desire to share their views. Speaking, relaying, commiserating, are definitely learned skills and surely all natural methods of existence for beings on this earth. I admit I am rather poor in personal encounters. I need more time to think about things and this avenue suits me better.
And, stop now, before you go thinking that you’re special in this regard, realize that humans are not singled out for their ability to communicate. Birds squawk, lions roar, and bees shake and shimmy, all relaying their impulses throughout the nest, the den and the hive. Even ants speak to each other. Ants, as it turns out, can teach us a lot about ourselves. So, animals and insects of the world, you are also welcome here.
That leads me to the most often used word, “I”, which represents a unique personality. I really try to keep “I” out of it but I am burdened with several disorders, not the least of which are ego, procrastination, ineptitude and extreme feelings of inadequacy. The one thing that strikes me, however, when stepping up the ladder to visit all levels of our society, is that I routinely encounter other cavemen who are no more sure of themselves than I am. That fact offers some odd satisfaction but the only real difference between me and them is that I listen far more closely, to themselves and myself, than they do or than they are capable of doing.
Getting ahead of myself here but just felt that something must be said about any intended theme. At first, it will seem that there is no intended theme but wanted you to know that is an incorrect perception. I promise all of it will tie in together quite nicely as we proceed. And I don’t like to break promises.
The floor is yours.
Cheers to all, MEB
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