A shout out to a worm named Wilbert...

So I've been getting all sorts of comments on my 'hero complex' entry, which I wrote who knows how long ago. Sometimes I think that blogging is silly. It's just a bunch of people who love to hear themselves write. I should know, I've always been one of those people, long before blogging was the fad, it's just that I never had an outlet before now.

Yes, some days I think I should chuck my laptop into the ocean (which is much farther now that I'm up at Penn State), and get down to what really matters: connecting with people.

And then I get some comments on this entry and it occurs to me... I'm making connections without even realizing it. Something I wrote echoed the thoughts of some people who knows where around this world.

It's as if the world just became a little bit more conscious of itself. Not because of anything special about me, it's just what happens. In our conversations. Our interactions. Smiles, nods, hugs, philosophical waxings. We make connections. Like neurons in a brain. And somewhere, 'out there', I feel like the universe is growing a bit. Making room for a relationship that wasn't there before.

I always say that I think the most important thing in the world is making sure nobody is alone. Suffering is inevitable, but is feeling truly alone?

When you read somewhere that you share a thought with someone that you never knew you had in common with anyone, it resonates somewhere real nice. Almost a warm sort of fuzzy feeling.

So for anyone who's been down and feeling like their blog has no power to connect them to anyone... be patient. You are sending out waves into an electromagnetic ocean. The ripples are bound to be felt by someone.

So blog on world, and go check out this guy's blog, because he loves Smallville just like me.

feedwilbert.blogspot.com

Damn, I guess I just can't resist the sound of my own thoughts being poured out for the masses.

You may not realize it now, world, but you are better off for it.