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Well, I mean - clearly we're all here because we're victims of that stupid sigil bomb Grant built that turned us all into Invisibles so he wouldn't feel lonely anymore.
And now the bastard's gone and sworn off of us.
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Seriously - there was a fantastic article by Malcolm Gladwell in the New Yorker recently that said that maybe three people, ever, have had original and brilliant ideas alone. All the rest of those brilliant people emerged from groups. And I agree with this - it's hard to get really far out there alone. You need people to talk to and bounce stuff off of.
But I'm not sure Barbelith is real enough. I think if Barbelith were a coffeeshop I would feel a lot more of an identification with it and with the rest of you. The anonymity and distance of the internet makes community hard to achieve. As long as we all want to be, we're members here. But I'm a member of my circle of friends even when I don't want to be, and when I'm sulking and brooding, the fuckers call me and give me advice and generally prove that, whether I like it or not, they care about me.
It's been about a year, now, that I've been lurking about, and I'm still in awe of this place and of many of the posters. But I am starting to recognize the weird boundaries limiting its space. You can't argue your way to a moral necessity without assumptions. And without shared assumptions, we're just sort of... breeding, raising, and training our ideas to fight it out in this weird pokemon petri dish of memetics.
Which, I mean, hell - which is a great hobby. But memetic pokemon trainers don't have the best career prospects off-site. |
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