Some of my friends have applications that post exactly what locations they are at at all times.  Sometimes my own cell phone attempts to encourage me to do the same thing, and I resist the temptation to let everyone know where I am at any given time.  Who, after all, wants to hear about the boring routines of life, where I stop for dinner after going to the library or where one happens to be grocery shopping.  I certainly have no interest in sharing all of my activities, trusting in the knowledge that most people will realize that the things I mention are probably not going to be all that interesting.  At least that is what I tell myself when I am not sharing the details of my life with other people.  I’m not sure that is what others actually think, though.  Since few people comment either that they want me to write more or that they want me to write less about certain subjects, it is impossible for me to tell what other people would want to know about [1].

As hard as it may be for others to understand sometimes, I see this blog as part of a great conversation.  To be sure, that conversation is not always about the same thing, but instead many topics at different times.  I do my best to signal fairly early on what sort of aspect of my complicated communications a given topic is on, and quite frequently the subject matter is that of communication itself, since I end up living a life and reading books and dealing with other matters that remind me that some of what is most important and challenging about life is the matter of communication, of keeping open a conversation at all, rather than worrying so much about the specific content of a conversation.  If the very act of keeping a conversation going in the larger sphere of one’s life is at stake, then one is not engaging in a conversation so much as seeking to set the stage for a conversation.  One is working on context, working on environment, working on the overall relationship, so that eventually conversations may be able to take place, and in that sort of situation there is a lot that must remain unwritten.

There is also a matter that must be discussed here in terms of explaining the reason why so much remains unwritten sometimes.  That matter is the fact that while few people come on here suggesting that I write about subjects other than obscure bands that have not been inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, except for my ministers, who have a pretty good track record of suggesting bible study topics in their messages, far more often people request that subjects not be written about or trumpeted about.  Often, this makes sense, for although the subjects which I avoid writing about are not often very exciting or daring, they do present somewhat of a hole in that I am reminded that I am not writing about a particular subject, which tends to make me think about it but be unable to address it in detail.  One of the fastest ways to think about something is to remind oneself or to be reminded that one ought not to be thinking of a particular thing.  Since our thoughts and memories are triggered by chains of association, this is the surest way to think about something a lot.

But what are we to do about that which is unwritten?  We may not write some things because we do not wish to speculate on that which has not happened.  The future is, at least to us, largely unwritten, and human beings do not tend to have the sort of moral imagination that allows them to picture the sort of reality that tends to come to pass.  Likewise, much remains unwritten simply because it is not very interesting.  I do not know of anyone, for example, who has ever requested a post where I go into detail about the logistics of my reading and eating, and if I occasionally post such diary-like oversharing, I largely do so for my own personal benefit of making sense of things by writing them out and reflecting on them, rather than seeking to influence other people by so sharing.  Those people or occasions or situations that require me to work out the most in my head are those which will inevitably lead to a lot of writing.  You may not like what is written, and you may wish it was unwritten, but that is how things work.  Such reality must be dealt with.

[1] See, for example:







About nathanalbright

I'm a person with diverse interests who loves to read. If you want to know something about me, just ask.
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