Right when I started, I received - not an Epiphany - but the great Sermon on the Mount from my Baby Bother, the great IT-Guru, about the Perils of Personal Disclosure on the www - as opposed to the Impersonal, I guess, the distinction of which is made blurry by the Internet. And so, aside from all the Hektik, and again, finding myself trapped in the Tension of wanting to write, and the not wanting to divulge much - fearing the yet unknown long-term effects of eternal Disclosure, I type (and publish!) this - in a weak moment (it's 3am when I got started) - just to see that - hey, nothing happens ... yet.
But I guess that is what writing does: sharing/disclosing; and the medium dictates 'with whom' that sharing occurs, if at all. If (only) for the self, then it's a (also?) Reverie. Hm... well, no time for that now... I will have to pick up that Theme again.
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