For me, the danger of Twitter is that I don’t shut up and sit still long enough to be quiet, all by myself. and I’m not active there. Barely enough to register a sign of life.
Thoughts rattle around in my head. Impressions, really. Thinking implies some kind of coherence. The impressions are Legion, to handwave at the Gospel of Mark.
Perhaps Teh Technology at my fingertips roils the waters.
Twitter is all selling all the time. TBH it’s why I’m there. I’m there to learn how to use the tool to explicitly sell (how do I get you to give me money) or to sell myself (be my friend, please).
It’s time to step back and let the waters still, the sediment settle. Get reacquainted with the Kingdom of God.
This site is basically a daily (I wish) diary, convenient because the WordPress app is on my phone. A blog is a time-organized work of literature—a diary. I use a WordPress driven blog simply because it is easier to write here than in a notebook with a pen.
Considering that nobody sees this and nobody knows it’s me, easy accessibility on my phone may be an acceptable use of Teh Technology. Maybe I can dial it back to an offline writing app on my phone, and if that’s not enough, revert to paper. This is a question of progress, of trial and error.
I have never read Uncle Ted’s manifesto but I have seen snippets. He has some good points. Too bad he felt the need to market his ideas by planting bombs.
What do I take away from all of this? Tear yourself away from grazing the Pastures of Twitter. Sure, there is lush grass here and there. But most of it is calorie-free. The world is a big, big, big place. There are many pastures. And the Inner World is infinite.
There is no rush.