I wonder. I write blogs and send them to… where? Who reads them? The only way I know is if someone sends in a comment. Well, looking back over the eight blogs I have written so far, it doesn’t look as though they have made much impression – at least according to the number of replies the blogs garnered.
I do know, though, that many more people have read them than is apparent. I receive quite a few emails that refer to my blogs, and when I gently suggest that it would be nice if they added their comments through a blog reply, the response is that, yes, they will do it. But, of course, they don’t. Perhaps it’s too much of a bother to set out a reasoned reply: there’s spelling and grammar to worry about, not to mention coherency and the fact that it will be there for everyone to see afterwards.
It’s not only those who actually contact me. I know how many people visit my site, because of the statistics that are generated in my secret back office. Actually, I’m amazed how many people do pop in to look at nothing. But they don’t leave a foot print, only a statistical foot print, which is even less of something than a virtual foot print.
So who is out there? How do I know? What can I do with statistics? I’m not here for statistics, but to interact with humans, albeit virtual ones.
And why do I want to interact with people? Why do I need it? Is this connected to the topic of my previous blog in which I asked if we are who we are because of what people say we are? Am I now extending it to say that we exist only when people recognize that we exist?
When I sit in my study and write, how do I know if anyobody is outside? How can I know that until I see somebody, or, in my case, until somebody acknowledges me by replying to something I write.
No, I’m not going into Idealism, wondering if all the world is in my mind and whether when I leave a room it ceases to exist. Apart from anything else, I know that a lot of people are buying my book, so I don’t need to drive myself crazy about my blog. If nothing else, sales figures show that people exist and that my words are being read.
So why write blogs? Do I need to? Obviously I do, otherwise I wouldn’t be writing this one. And – despite what I wrote above – I know I exist, even if nobody sends in a reply.
The reason I write is dynamism, that of dialogue. The book, once out there, is static; you get to the last page and put it down (or throw it at the dog, whatever). But that’s not enough for me. I want it to be part of a dialogue, a way of discussing “things”, because that is what Nothing should lead to.
If anybody is reading this, let me know about it. A word will do. Ok, ok, a little more than a word… It doesn’t have to be about this blog. Any one of the 8 past ones plus this one. Or begin your own idea; I’ll post it up, as I did with Kory’s.
Why did I write this blog? I have no real idea. I also won’t hold my breath while I wait for the deluge of replies.