I simply decided to write for writing’s sake today. No ideas, no context, no organization with little attention to style. While the rest of the world seems to demand a topic, an awareness of an audience, perhaps a point to the whole exercise, my blog is the only place I can breathe a little, think of as my own little corner in a largely point-driven world, literary or otherwise where I can simply chat, if only with myself.
Chaos is bad. Order is good. Rambling on is bad. Being to the point is good. Thinking before speaking is good. Speaking before thinking not so good.
Yet today, those who have made a point and those that have been pointless, the ramblers and the wasters of time seemed to have reached the same place.
So today I want to simply say that I’d rather just be.
I was quite fortunate to have grown up surrounded by randomness. Random reading, random writing, perhaps some imitation of the greats. But life in the form of the essay in 5 paragraphs? Arguments? Counterarguments? The thesis statement in a sentence? Freewriting and brainstorming creeping up on the unsuspecting mind to be twisted and tied and hammered into the introduction, the body, the conclusion to suit someone somewhere who is looking for something?
. . . ’tis a base
Abandonment of reason to resign
Our right of thought — our last and only place
Of refuge; this, at least, shall still be mine:
Though from our birth the Faculty divine
Is chain’d and tortured — cabin’d, cribb’d, confined,
And bred in darkness, lest the Truth should shine
Too brightly on the unprepared mind
So I’ll just write for myself today.
The quote is from here.