Blogging is the democratization of narcissism. And this is a good thing. Time was that the subjecting of others to one's thoughts was the privilege of the idle rich. Now it's the pastime of the idle everyman. And while an overabundance of speech is certainly no marker of its quality, the law of averages suggests that somewhere amongst the trillions of words being posted every day, someone will, if only accidentally, publish something truly profound. It's a realtime experiment testing the hypothesis of the infinite Shakespeare-typing monkeys. Who wouldn't want to attempt a new Hamlet? (Or at least Timon of Athens?) (No, your not-so-humble correspondent hasn't read it either, but it sounds good, no?)
What this will be: Wait and see, dear reader. The solipsist is unsure himself. From the title, one may fairly conclude that this will be a rather self-centered, self-absorbed page. Enjoy! But seriously, folks, what is more important is
What this will not be: A diary. The solipsist promises that he will try his very best to refrain from airing his own personal dirty laundry or whines or complaints here. (Why would ANYONE want to read that, anyway?) Rather, this will be a platform for reflections, thoughts, rants, and inanities. It is hoped that someone(s) somewhere(s) will stumble across this page and find something(s) worth responding to. And if this page continues on for years and years, and if even only ONE person on even only ONE day finds even only ONE sentence worth responding to. . .
. . . well that will be majorly depressing, really.
Still, nothing ventured nothing gained! See you tomorrow!