If the blog is dead, then writing is dead. And if writing is dead, thinking is dead.
If thinking is dead, then ideas are dead. If ideas are dead, then there’s no experimentation nor communication. Memes fail to sprout when words die.
Yet, we are creators, unmoored from the prison of biology.
The pull to share is human, whether it’s dispersed on screen, in a notebook, or on a scroll. We make stuff and distribute it to other people with the hope of reception and reciprocation.
It’s creativity that individuates individuals. Everyone chooses their own canvass and how to participate.
A pluralistic society rests on innovation and a multitude of market outlooks, even if originality means building on top of clever hybrids.
The brain is full of code, as is culture, in a perpetual state of rewiring and networking so that our stories never become stale.
People remain engaged at different tempos of mind, some brisker than others. The bucket of wonder drips, bleeding to those free-thinkers on tap.