Showing posts with label frustration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label frustration. Show all posts

Monday, October 27, 2008

WAS VAN GOGH THE FIRST BLOGGER?


WHAT'S THE PURPOSE OF A PERSONAL BLOG WHEN THE INTERNET IS ALMOST AN INFINITE RECORD OF ALL THINGS THAT IS UPDATED WITH EACH BREATH OF HUMANITY?
THERE IS ONE SIMPLE AND REALISTIC ANSWER TO THIS QUESTION: A PERSONAL BLOG IDENTIFIES THE BLOGGER AS ONE OF MANY RIVETS DRIVEN INTO PLANET EARTH TO KEEP THE BLOGGER FROM BEING NEUTRALIZED AND BURIED IN OBSCURITY.
ISN'T MAINTAINING A PERSONAL BLOG AN EXERCISE IN FRUSTRATION IF PUBLICITY OR PUBLIC PRAISE IS THE BLOGGER'S ULTIMATE OBJECTIVE?
YES, IN MANY RESPECTS IT IS ALMOST AN ACT OF SELF-DESTRUCTION, BUT THEREIN IS THE BEAUTY OF THE HUMAN RACE--HOPE. THAT HOPE SERVES TO VALIDATE OUR INDIVIDUAL WORTH; IT IS A KIND OF PERSONAL GUARANTEE THAT WE WILL, IN THE END, DEFY MORTALITY IN MUCH THE SAME WAY VAN GOGH HAS REMAINED ALIVE LONG AFTER HIS BODY WAS BURIED. THAT WAS NOT, IN MY OPINION, VAN GOGH'S PURPOSE. HIS ART WAS A PASSION THAT LONGED TO TRANSCEND THE PAIN AND SUFFERING HIS VERY PRESENCE CAUSED HIM TO SUFFER. HIS ART WAS HIS VEHICLE FOR DEPARTURE.
THANKFULLY, VINCENT VAN GOGH LEFT HIS REMINDERS OF HIS MORTAL PRESENCE ON THE CORNERS OF EVERY MAIN INTERSECTION THROUGHOUT THE WORLD.

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My dad's dad, my grandfather, was nine years old when President Lincoln died from an assassin's bullet. Most people think I am speaking of my GREAT GRANDFATHER. NO, I am referring to my dad's father, my paternal Grandfather, Robert Levi Huffstutter, born in 1856. What does this information have to do with my profile? It might help the reader understand that I have a sense of being much older than I am in that only one generation seperates me from President Lincoln. This causes me to respond differently to society and many current events. In many respects, this is to my benefit, in other respects it dates my mindset. Perhaps this is the reason I value the moral standards and idealogies of older Americans, the men who were the soldiers and sailors I saw when I was a small boy,the men and women who fought a war for freedom without any doubts posted by a media with a questionable lack of national unity and purpose.