A New Chapter...

In less than sanitary conditions it begins, then continues apace.

Should you acquire the gifts of grace, modesty and self awareness during your time as a human on this planet, at some stage in the aging process you will not only realise that you don’t know it all, but will also ascertain you never will. Whilst many might see this as the time to shy away from the world and let their place within it shrivel to a placid existence, it is actually at this time that one should start communicating that which you do know. After all, in realising that you do not know it all, you are at the least aware that you know something; furthermore with this wisdom in hand it is also likely that there are other things you have picked up along the way that it might be pertinent to share with others. Moreover, in the world I am fortunate enough to inhabit communication these days is laughably easy, with no more effort on my part that hitting a few buttons I find myself following instructions to write a book online, or I could alternatively be watching a video sent above ground by miners trapped 700m below, whilst the miners themselves are following football on their newly installed television. Of course in the time it’s taken me to knock out this paragraph my mobile phone has been buzzing away with text messages, the house phone has rung, I'm sure I’ve received several junk messages to my numerous email accounts, there have been countless blogs, status updates, uploads, a never ending tirade of scrolling nonsense/invaluable information along the ticker tapes of countless news services on television and online; an endless cycle of global communication registering somewhere in the billions minute by minute. In short, if you have something to say there really is no longer any reason for not saying it. The problem is of course does anybody want to read or listen to what we have to say and even if they do why should they care or take it on board. However, should the audience have any level of grace, modesty or self awareness they already know that no one knows it all, and that listening to what others do know is therefore probably a worth while task.

I’m not sure where this takes us to next, or indeed if you’ll agree that this is worthy of attention; this page just seems to have left me with a guilty feeling that there really is no excuse for not having spoken to my Dad (who is not trapped underground) in too long.