The Little Blog

Once upon a time, and a very good time it was, there was a little blog who danced and played as his fancy took him. No one read him and he was free to be as he chose, wearing what he wanted, singing when he wanted, and talking to the flowers and insects in a language that only they could understand. And they spoke back to him. The oceans and the sky were just milestones in the strange world he inhabited. He had no first name and no last name and it did not make any difference to him.

As time passed, people began to visit his strange world, and they wondered what he was up to. He could sense this wondering, since wondering is always done in the language of rivers and ripening tomatoes. He began to look around to see what other blogs were up to, so that he could also entice his visitors to spend time with him, to come back, and to sing songs to him.

Antoine Saint-Exupery's The Little Prince is the one book that I can read over and over again.

Like the little boy from asteroid B-612, he went visiting other blogs. Some of them celebrating birthday when he visited. He wondered when his birthday was, and decided that he wanted no part of the loud partying that he saw. Some others, older ones, were full of people praising each other and thanking each other, yet it all sounded hollow, as if they were saying it like machines, without even thinking about what they were saying. He skirted the walls to keep away from the splatter of the goodies that were flying all over the place and ran out as fast as he could. He decided he had had enough of social visits.
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