Direct Address

To blog, or not to blog,--that is the question:--
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous comments,
Or to take arms against a sea of silence.


Jesus is the great I am.
Shakespeare wrote in iambs.
We write IM's.


It’s a little joke, exhibited through the ages, the resounding declaration of existence, through word play in the English language.

Psalm 8: “The Moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; [but] what is man, that thou art mindful of him?”

What a piece of work is man! How
noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! In
form and moving, how express and admir-
able! In action, how like an angel! In appre-
hension, how like a god! The beauty of the
world! The paragon of animals!
…Lifted directly from the mouth of Prince Hamlet into the lyrics of HAIR, this question of human placement in the presence of the universe. The King James Bible being produced contemporaneously with the King James Version of Shakespeare, you expect some similarity, then direct translation in to the modern tribal-love rock musical. Yeah. All of that a bit before my time….

Iambic is such a natural cadence to our English speech we make mistakes within our own grammar. It causes Captain Kirk "To boldly go..." splitting infinitives throughout the universe just to fit the pattern--unstressed-stressed, unaccented-accented, unlife-life. In our language, we divide what is living from what is unheard in a dance so smooth that we do not recognize it as a dance. It is a way of calling out: I am alive! I am living! I AM!

I visited the Dome of the Rock. I had to wear cloth coverings on my feet so I wouldn’t touch the prayer rugs and I could walk on holy ground. When I was leaving, I glanced back and saw the site of the Ark of the Covenant, the place of the holy of holies. The guards wouldn’t let me stop, but I glanced where only the priests were allowed to go. Now we have Protestantism and reality TV, where anyone is permitted.

Was it not in the final throes of the Roman Empire that the Coliseum introduced live feedings of the lions using Christians? Was it not at that point that they switched from staged battles to unscripted executions?

Here are the networks, competing with the Internet over amateur entertainment, and Journalism playing second class to blogging.

To blog is to speak into the universe as if I have faith that it will answer back, that those who blog are seeking God. They seek their consciousness to know that they are, a witness to bear reflection of their existence, a dialogue with all that is to ensure that they are part of it. There's nobility in that pursuit.

Prince Hamlet also said, "conscience does make cowards of all of us." Does that mean cowards of death, in modern parlance? In our consciousness, we do not wish to be alone?

I heard a prostitute on National Public Radio say that if you didn’t have a website—technology being largely driven by pornography—you really weren’t…. I have crawled out from beneath my rock, and this is the place where I will speak my existence into the World Wide Web.

I blog, therefore I am.