rockin' robin

Seems to me these days we create our world from inside out. The old dualistic world has collapsed. This is one reason people are twittering away. We do not believe we exist unless we tell someone of our escapades, of our actions. I am eating this sandwich now. I am hiking this trail now. I am going berserk now. I am buying toilet paper now. Maybe if folk build up a large enough store of personal mundane items, it will be a base on which to build something more deeply creative. Or perhaps we in our post-modern sophistication have moved far beyond creativity. Perhaps being aswim in a sea of banality is creative enough. After all it makes one feel alive, doesn't it?

By the way, I am not eating a sandwich.

P. S. Though it may seem so on the surface, this post is NOT about twittering nor is it necessarily the diatribic ravings of a neo-neanderthal Luddite nor is it a lament for the old days whatever they are. If it must be categorized, file it away under Evolution and De-Evolution of Human Consciousness.

Could I get all this on a twitter message? If I get me one of those little machines can I post existential and metaphysical ramblings rather than I am tying my shoelaces? Or would I be violating the social contract of twitter? Would my twitinquiries suddenly decrease as I continued to describe my cosmoanthropogenic reflections?

Am I painting myself into a corner of social isolation -- the old fart in the cane-bottomed rocking chair on the upper floor of the asylum who receives no visitors and no one who can remember whether he is staff or patient? Shall I leap up, don steampunk clothes, volunteer for uncontrolled experiments?

Silence, silence. I remember the days of the blessed silence of my childhood where folk didn't ask each other much of anything. No one knew what I was thinking or what I was doing or seemed to much care as long as I was brave, cheerful, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, trustworthy, thrifty, reverent, clean, and loyal. I'm pretty sure those characteristics are regarded as hopelessly oldfashioned now.

Twit: What are you doing? Twittee: Being brave and kind while getting clean. No, I don't think that will go over. I wonder if someone has put out a Twit Book listing cool replies you can twit back to people, kind of like the published answers to koans. Seems like there would be a big demand.