Quick! This isn’t important!

Why do all these millions of people send themselves out over the internet? Are we all so insecure with ourselves that we must seek the approval of strangers? How does their opinion matter? Does any of this matter? Does this blog matter? Realistically, the answer is a resounding “NO!!!” “Didja notice the extra exclamation marks? Maybe that get that got my point across!!! Do ya understand me better now that I have expressed myself?!?!?!????!?” I try not to read back through the sentences that pour out…so I hope that the (for my sake….not yours). What does it all really mean? I don’t have any answers, neither do you, or anyone else in this small blue marble that we live on….HA! I love being a “deep” blogger….Doesn’t one contradict the other? I’m not sure…who is? HA! Life seems to be going well, as of late, and I am enjoying the ride. Certainly, I can be depressed and dark when I am ten, fifteen, twenty-thousand feet under. If I am to be buried, I would like to go as deep as humanly possible…I’m not sure why. Perhaps, it would be the thrumming of the living Earth, its’ heart close and warm. I can’t possibly conceive being in a cold, dark box, close enough to the surface where my body can be disturbed. Not that it would matter! I’d be dead right? Well, I will feel better during life knowing that my body wouldn’t be desecrated. I want to be old enough not to care. Not yet, but eventually. I have met many elderly folks who are spring-loaded, and also, there’s the other ones who are loose and serene. Gray hair is something that I don’t reject, it’s something I look forward to. I was going to spend some time justifying that statement, but it doesn’t matter…this entire post has the significance of…well nothing for that matter.
Cheers!