So just now I was reading an article about William Blake on Wikipedia, and a thought arose,.. It had to do with the way in which the wiki site is run,. it only functions with the participation of its members,. they edit and submit articles with no expectation of retribution, other than the pride of having helped the community as a whole,.. in an instant; I paralleled the members of wikipedia to myself and my life to the site,.. in doing so, I likened my life to an ongoing project, and if I’d of lived it the way it ought to be lived, the end of which would bear little self-atonement,.. The second part to the thought was that I’d eventually stop trying as hard to be a good person and my life would slowly fade to mediocrity,.. Now this is all fine, until the the third part to the thought made itself apparent,. it told me that since my life was comparable to wikipedia’s site that if my life were to fade to non-significance that so to would wikipedia’s site,. so eventually it’s members would no longer submit new articles, and would slowly stop editing any existing material,.. I’ve gotta say,. I find all this to be incredibly disturbing,.. It’s almost like for an instant, I felt like I was all there was,. that nothing was more important than I,. That the universe in fact did revolve around myself and therefore the rest of the world was forced to mirror the actions of the ubiquitous entity know as Clint,..
In retrospect,.. The thought itself represents a logical anomaly,.. If my life were to fade to mediocrity, then the fact in and of itself would prove that I was not the chosen one the thought portrays,.. So I am now thankful for the art of contemplation and the ongoing cycle that it stops so that it can say,. “That’s good enough”,..
