- From the Knighting Ceremony of Urien ap Taliesin
For everything there is a beginning.
I personally baelieve that the world is in a sad state as far as social communication. The reliance more and more upon non-interactive means in order to convey a message or to communicate an idea, thought, or concept is only to the belittlement of the hundreds of years of evolution of interpersonal interaction. Nuance of tone, posture, expression, as well as an uncountable amount of subtle (or perhaps not subtle) variations are discarded. Only cold, hard textual expression remains. The weight, the meaning, of greater communication is ignored; the author might as well be posting well-distributed cave-drawings for all the progression it shows.
I pity those who are only able to convey themselves through such a one-sided medium. They not only belittle their social evolution of ability to interact, but perhaps have allowed it to atrophy so severely through disuse that a high function of such is no longer a competent option. Worse, quite possibly the growth of such personal faculties was stunted by the lesser reliance as such a developmental state that higher interpersonal communication never correctly or fully developed in them. Such possibilities reflect a sorry state of social regression indeed. A part of what makes humanity above the simple creatures of the animal kingdom includes (but is not, of course limited to) the ability to form coherent and effective communication of higher ideas and concepts. Loss of this regresses us closer to our primitive animal roots from which we sprung.
As such, I dedicate this weblog (hereafter simply 'blog') a recording of my thoughts. Meant for none but myself and to be used accordingly. This is a personal record of thoughts, musings, creations, and other stray happenings along the road of being. To read this is to hazard uncharted waters and risk self. Condemnation, accusation, nor confrontation is not allowed according to the contents herein contained and reference to such will most certainly be denied as if their existence were have never been.
With such disclaimer, I christen this "Late Night Chronicle"
