Saturday, August 6, 2011

To blog ot not to blog

To blog, or not to blog, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The public ridicule of open diolog,
Or to bow our heads from public view,
And by bowing become invisible?  To wane, to vanish,
No more; and by vanish to say ne'er to have been
The heart-ache, and the thousand virtual shocks
That avitar is heir to: 'tis an end game
Devoutly to be wished. To wane, to vanish;
To vanish, perchance to fantisize – ay, there's the rub:
For in that mortality of invisibility what fantisies may come,
When we have winked out of this mortal coil,
Must give us pause – there's the belief
That makes hubris of empty virtual life.
For who would bear the flames and mokery of replys,
The trolls brutality, the proud author's patronization,
The pangs of disprized humor, the moderator's delay,
The insolence of anonimity, and the spam
That patient merit of the unworthy post,
When he himself might his vanishing make
With a bare insult? Who would pick such a joy,
To ponder and toil under a scrutiny of the masses,
But that the dread of nothing after vanishing from the ether,
The undiscovered world from whose social circle
No profile returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills of blogging
Than fly to nothingness that we so dispise?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the dispair of deciding
Is sicklied o'er with 140 characters of thought,
And entries of truth and life,
With this regard their trends turn awry,
And lose the name of action. Soft you now,
The fair moderator! Friend, in thy begging
Be all my posts remembered