SHOOTING BLANKS

A morning so average in everyway, it's absolutely extraordinary. Early awakening, same cloud formations as we've had the last few days, various thoughts including some about blogg flitting in and out during medititation and now that we are actually in the ring a sense of abject terror that this will be the round that knocks blogg out. In effect it should be blogg's triumph- the power of nothing. But once you've said "the power of nothing,"what more can you say. Would you like to hear some specific things about nothing's power. It is unable to write anything except the sentence it is working on and that has to be without meaning. It creates an idiotic sense of tension in the writer that he has run out of things to say when he never had anything to say in the first place. It makes blogg feel that no matter how much it pushes, it is basically stuck in reverse but one fool is trying to push it up the mountain anywhere. And if the fool is strong enough to reach the top of the mountain, what will he do? He will get out of the car, stretch, yawn, then scream at the top of his lungs, "I'M ON TOP OF THE FUCKING MOUNTAIN." What will he do then, his purpose for existence achieved. He could (and this is just a hypothetical suggestion so don't run for the exits quite yet) somehow turn the car around, switch gears and drive down the mountain. And with each mile he would tell you more and more intimate things about himself and knowledgeable factors about the real world we inhabit until by the time we got to ground level, you would be a walking Wikopedia, just bursting at the seams with facts, as opposed to knowledge and wisdom. You would have achieved the knowledge in making the trip. You would have attained the wisdom in finishing it. Blogg has no idea if any of these attributes really exist and blogg currently has no plans to reveal the intimate details of his life to strangers because they could be embarrassing and would be boring. So like an endless root canal we just continue. Blogg ends when author ends blogg. Points may or not be made. This may take a little time or a long time. Facts about the author's life may or may not be revealed. What the author knows is that if blog has any conclusion that conclusion will not be revealed until the last word. It could be "bean" or "virus." I could fill pages of posts with potential last words then back my prose into them. And why would anyone undertake something so idiotic-- to make some fetid point about the meaninglessness of words, a point that could have been made much more easily by the author keeping his mouth shit and never starting blogg. Anyway, the view is nice up here.There's just about enough room to turn the car around. But there are also roads veering off in different direction. And blogg has no gps, so each road must be examined carefully and manually. This could take years.