Letters for the Ether

I sometimes need to express my thoughts in a way that no one will remember, so I like to write into the ether.  For some reason, though, they need to be available.  They need to exist in a form beyond me.  I can't just write them all in a private journal, especially a digital one, locked away efficiently.  For some reason, they need to be vulnerable and exposed.  I suppose it's because a lot of their meaning, or a lot of meaning in general, can be generated through their interaction with other people.  Other animals wouldn't appreciate it.  Other computers wouldn't appreciate.  On one half, the thoughts are private enough that I don't want to with certainty share them with another, but they're important enough to me that I don't want to keep them just to myself.


They're not grand thoughts, grand ideas or philosophies.  They're nothing special.  They're typical and derivative.  They've been felt by billions of humans before and expressed in more beautiful terms.  They're mundane.  But they're human.  Being a human, these thoughts mean a bunch to me.  And they can mean a bit to others, as they can relate.  They're thoughts that people don't generally broadcast, or if they do share them publicly, the people are derided.  Private thoughts.  Shared in a pseudo-private manner, preserving some dignity, creating a treasure, buried for those who care to look, or listen.  Thanks to technology, it's not all written any more.  It's sometimes drawn, it's sometimes hidden, it's sometimes spoken, it's sometimes nestled away where only one other person even has access but wouldn't look.

It's not that I need to share everything or be validated completely by others.  I still have an intensely private life that I've the sanity not to reveal.  Nothing scandalous, just me.  Just the type of stuff you'd like to trust another won't judge over for silly reasons. Some people are quite silly.  I have sometimes been silly.  I don't like that, so I think I won't be any more, no more unpredictable reactions when understanding and care are called for. 

So hooray for the ether, a comfortable place that alleviates the anxiety of a sealed bottle under pressure, carbonated ideas bubbling forth, but wishing not to spill and stain the beautiful furnishings that surround it.  Let the stories untold ring out and into obscurity onfold.