Hiatus Redux

It's been a long time that I've been away from this blog, and there are still many holes in it. The holes are to be filled from a drawer of little paper stubs with writing on them, the drawer being real and also virtual, and the paper likewise.

As I write (or type, or otherwise compose for viewing) this short piece, I think of how difficult it must have been in the past to transfer one's trivial or otherwise quotidian thoughts to someone else. You'd have had to compose them carefully, and the recipient to receive them thoughtfully. You would not have had the throwaway ease of the electronic note, or even of paper, in past eras.

And here we are, generations succeedingly more deprived of the ability to focus our attention on information and its construction. Sometimes, there must be long gaps of peace amidst the tumult of our war.

Sounding Silence

And then there was silence, so heavy that it was a symphony. For the sound of silence is the burden of years and old dust, the mass of expectation and longing, the weight of loss descending into the gloom of age.

Yet, still I have written.

Silence

This blog observes silence at the passing of one whose distinctive voice and distinguished service gave many of us freedom to also have distinctive voices and voices of distinction.