What I haven't been telling you ...

There's a few things that I've decided not to write about here, despite the occasional agonizing temptation to do so.  First on the list is politics.  There are enough political blogs out there.  We don't need another.

That's not to say I don't have my opinions.  As a matter of fact, those of you who know me in the non-electronic world know that I have rather strongly held opinions that I am not only content but eager to civilly debate.  (I like to test those opinions, and have occasionally changed them; and I have managed to maintain very good friends who oppose me politically in many ways because of these debates.)  However, I don't want to do that here.  The internet is not a civil place for politics.

Secondly, while I'll often talk about my life, I shall rarely if ever get into things overly personal.  Not only is it really none of your business, I think it's boring for you, the reader.

Thirdly, though I'll occasionally wander into the world of religion, especially if I encounter something that strikes me as profound, I'm no evangelist.  I can't take myself that seriously.

Finally, and this is where I'm going in a way, I do read through these things before I hit "Post."  Sadly, this doesn't mean I catch every typo (and sometimes I purposely leave them after I found them, feeling that any ex post facto correction is a form of ... lying?)  Sometimes, I start rather extended posts, and then realize that they're not saying what I want to say, or saying it so poorly it could be misinterpreted.  Lately, I've had two that I've all but finished, then left in the "Draft" bin.  They're rather complicated, in some ways paradoxical, comments on mortality.

I'll keep working on them, and I'm beginning to think they are really one, long, deep, philosophical point ... of a sort.  Maybe not.  Maybe I'm just getting above myself.

After all, let's keep this in perspective: This is a blog with seven followers that gets, at best, 20-some-odd hits a day.