For the last two weeks or so, my home has been without Internet access. It’s what you can expect for the price tag of shared Internet connections. In the end, the sudden change of scenery was not entirely unwelcome. I managed to do some way overdue work around the apartment.
When the Internet did return the other day, I visited my website first thing to see if it had deteriorated in my absence. Instead, I was instantly reminded why it is I have what you’d call a blog.
The Second Amendment Is Not Archaic
Just prior to my going AWOL, I had briefly written my disgust with a new Florida law that had been approved. It was only a brief note referencing an online article I had stumbled upon in my daily musings. Having allowed people to leave comments, I expected some response, but not that after only 4 replies this discussion would be of greater value than the article itself.
And that is exactly what makes it worthwhile to blog. I do not agree with half of the commentators and I probably never will. It is even likely that I won’t ever convince anyone of my point of view. But that’s not what it’s about—it’s about he discussion. Few things can make my emotions run higher than the viewpoints of people I do not agree with. It forces me to reflect on my own stance, review my opinions and make sure I still think so. It prods me in to researching subjects I would otherwise have left alone and most of all it is a priceless glimpse in to cultures I have not yet visited.
Redundancy?
Many more than me wrote about this law being passed. It’s easy to think a well-written comment will drown in the whole.
In my experience, that is not the case. All good discussions reach a point where all participants have had their say. All arguments have been discussed, turned, examined and tried. Once it has reached this point, it becomes a historical document of sorts. It’ll hold a unique glimpse into the opinions of a very specific demographic discussing a very specific topic at a very specific point in time.
I’m certain, that looking back at such documents in about 20 years time will hold chuckle or two. Heck, I’ve probably even changed my mind by then.