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The more I post, the smaller the audience the blog attracts.  Maybe I should post every other day or once a week.  It would be much easier and anecdotally, the blog should grow.  But in the long run, this is just a bleeding place where I can wheedle and whine.  It is an exhibit of consciousness, or of one, at least.  I wrote a journal for years that no one has ever seen (except for three girlfriends who read it surreptitiously and subsequently left me).  I was not looking for readers then.  But trust me--it was brilliant.  O.K.  It was honest.

Posting as I do here and now, though, opens me up to some retribution, especially when I opine.  I try not to as I know it never sways someone who thinks differently, but sometimes it is just too hard to keep the old pie hole shut.  It is difficult to believe that people are too stupid to see what you see.  Selah.

I've gone recently to some old blogs that used to be important.  They aren't any more.  Most are gone, others reduced or changed in format.  It is difficult to sustain a thing when its currency dies.  One must keep up with the times, one thinks, and all evidence shows, perhaps, that that hasn't been the case.

My reasons for shutting down the old blog were different and personal.  Lately, however, I've thought of reopening it including all the posts that I have published here.  I've thought, too, of shutting this down and going public, shedding Batman's costume and stepping into the light for the public good.  O.K.  My good.  I think that I could be. . . dare I say it. . . ?  But I could only publish then what I could own up to as a. . . a what?  A real, honest to gosh person?  It would constrict me, for sure.  I would be a demi-politician.  I would worry about my personal reputation.  That seems awfully constrictive.  Perhaps in the long run, it would be better to re-open the other.

I don't know.  We shall think upon that more.  For now. . . here is some music you can listen to while reading "The Wet and the Dry."  Selah.

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