telepathy

Who reads blogs?

As normal human beings (By "normal" I mean egocentric and narcissistic. Hehe.), our impulse to speak is infinitely stronger than our impulse to listen. Our urge to express ourselves is more imminent than our tendency to take notice of others’ bellyaching.

So who reads blogs?

I don’t have a damn clue how many, or should a say how few, have read my pieces, including this one. The last thing I want is to delude my self in thinking that some actually read my crap if that is not the case.

Stephen King defined writing in one word—telepathy. It couldn’t be put any better. Right now as you read, we are not in the same place and time as when I wrote this. We may not know each other personally, or we may not know each other, period.

It doesn’t matter.

If I am an effective writer, as you read you will have the same cognitive and emotional experience I had when I wrote this. For five minutes, we will have a common experience, an arcane communion of thought and feelings.
Regardless of how we are connected in the real world, while your perspicacious intellect absorbs the ideas and emotions conveyed by my words, we will be the closest of friends.

We will share a fleeting yet personal journey that only you and I can relate to.

Call into mind your favorite book. Chances are it made significant emotional impact on you. Do you remember how the author, through his eloquent story telling, roused your deepest passions and desires? Do you recall smiling or even giggling by yourself (yeah, exactly like a psycho) because the story or the character was hilarious?

How about falling in love? Interestingly, to no particular person, right? But yes, a story can make you experience that euphoric feeling of as if you’re floating in the air. You felt what the character felt. That seemingly infinite emotion that conquers all!

Can you explain why it was so difficult to unglue it from your eyes until either you finish it or you drop asleep?

And how about when you’ve finished reading, closed the back page, held the book with both hands and contemplated? You looked blankly into space and acknowledged the fact that the story touched you. And you like the feeling. It’s almost addictive.

What the writer was successful at doing is connect with you telepathically. Penetrated your mind and stirred your heart even though he wrote it in a different place and time.

So what’s your book?

I know mine.

There, for five minutes we thought of our favorite book. I know you know what I mean by saying it made us fall in love. We understood each other. We knew each other.

We took that ephemeral telepathic ride together when you read what I wrote.

For five minutes.

But now that five minutes is over. I don’t know who you are again. No matter what I do, I cannot know who you are reading this article.

I don’t have a clue, but I’m content.

Comments

[Sherry]

Yeah i read yer blogs cuz theyre cool, sometimes funny, entertaining would be the correct term, and full of thought...lammo namang pre prehas tayong mga psycho :) mishu bro!
Ud make a great writer indeed...mga CHUPPAPS unang mamamakyaw ng libro mo...este libre nga pala kame hehe lugi!
tc lagi!

[Sherry]

Yeah i read yer blogs cuz theyre cool, sometimes funny, entertaining would be the correct term, and full of thought...lammo namang pre prehas tayong mga psycho :) mishu bro!
Ud make a great writer indeed...mga CHUPPAPS unang mamamakyaw ng libro mo...este libre nga pala kame hehe lugi!
tc lagi!