Distribution Automatique

Wednesday, February 26

"Man loves company even if it is only that of a small burning candle." (Lichtenberg, "Aphorisms," 1764-99)

Today, Laurable published a photograph of Jordan Davis. Like many others, I'm sure, I look forward to Jordan's blog every day. On the day of the big snowstorm he posted one word: "Blizzard." It's the dailiness of his blog I enjoy and that of blogging generally. A sense of a periodic presence that one comes to depend on, not only to know what happens next, but how he is, what he is doing and thinking about, and most importantly, how he is adapting and changing. There is something deeply reassuring, and affecting, in this generosity, this willingness (with completely understandable mixed feelings) to let us in, perhaps because at the same time we are tracking our own transformations along with him.The experience of myself alone is like the taste of water, it is familiar and knowable up to a point, but blank. But the aura of other presences reveals a kaleidoscopic infinity. Blogging keeps suggesting to me that the capacity for human connection keeps expanding forever, like the universe. Is this possible?