I explain some things…
about blogging, letter writing, elvis, whitelight, & of course Voganism.


I love writing letters. It’s the only time I feel like I don’t have to be vogon. I don’t know why, maybe because it’s not intended for public viewing. That you give yourself permission to

present yourself as closely to the original as your thoughts will allow.

Not to say, that I don’t have a vogon side to me in real life; but I would like to think that this alien entity is just a part of me. A component of many parts that make up a whole. Not to suggests that I’m a Volkswagon, whose conception takes place in an assembly

line. But more like a humanoid that’s comprised of skin and bones, a spirit & a soul. And what you see, exhibited here is only what transpires on the surface. With nothing much to go on but pure space, the chances of contact is very unlikely.

But like the constellation of planets that make up the universe.

The probabality of one colliding into another is limitless.

After all it’s been said that the Universe is infinite and ever expanding. But the continuum of our thoughts in cyberspace, is it infinite also? After all, as long as my archives is online, the conceivability of a new blogger making contact with my thoughts is ever a possiblity. Which brings me to letter writing. The mere act of letter writing insinuate that there’s another ‘thingy’ on the receiving end. And as long as the recipient is not too busy, or is not mad at you. Or taken into account that you’re not writing to God or Santa Clause, or to Whom it may concern, or the ever infamous hip-shaking Elvis; the likelihood of you ‘making contact’ is more than a possibility. I’d say that it’s only a matter of time, before you get a one on one correspondence. Of couse, one must not under estimate the contingencies.

Maybe the said ‘thingy’ went on a vacation to the Noth Pole, and does not have access to the internet. Or maybe, he or she has caught an extraordinary rare strain of virus, and is now in the hospital. Experiencing a phenomenon which others call ‘White Light’. I have never seen this before. Therefore I am unable to attest to its brilliance or degree of luminosty. But I heard it’s really, really, bright.

So even in letter writing I suppose the possibility of rejection is aways…well a posibility. But nevertheless, that doesn’t take away from the joy that I experience once I am punching away those keys on my keyboard. It makes me feel the that anything is possible. After all, life is all about possibilities.