Farewell

And Happy New Year!

This is the final post for Cyberspace Glass House. I decided that I'm neither sufficiently angry nor sufficiently happy to continue blogging. Besides, the more I learn about the Web and the scadillions of bloggers out there, the more I imagine this metaphor that we bloggers are like very small suns, sources of light, as we might prefer to think, in our average solar system that's part of an average galaxy that forms some sort of huge nova among millions of other novas.

I see blogging now as public diary writing, which is, of course, an oxymoron. When one's audience is oneself, one is engaged in rather boring onanism. And that doesn't make for very interesting public display. In addition Google is now tempting bloggers to place ads on their blogs and thus initiate the commodification of the blogosphere, where bloggers become new age commoditrons.

Anyway, I've enjoyed our little sojourn from our tribulations. I leave you with these thoughts from Neil Gaiman's American Gods:
"People believe…It's what people do. They believe. And then they will not take responsibility for their beliefs; they conjure things, and do not trust the conjurations. People populate the darkness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales. People imagine, and people believe: and it is that belief, that rock-solid belief, that makes things happen...This [America] is a bad land for gods."