(From The Seven-Year Itch): The Girl: I think it's just elegant to have an imagination. I just have no imagination at all. I have lots of other things, but I have no imagination.
Friday, February 27, 2009
If You Build It, They Will Come
Somehow I suspect that this post title has been used before by someone, somewhere.
Well, I’m glad you seem to be who you seem to be, whether or not that resembles the actual you or, perhaps, merely your sense of the actual you or whom you might be, were you actual. You may very well be other than what you think. And if what you think is not what you are, and who you seem to be is other than whom you take yourself for—well, by the time you figure it out, it’s too late. Then, my digital dear, we’ve arrived—nunc pro tunc—at you. Virtually. And that, at the end of zero, is all we can hope for in this medium.
Well, I’m glad you seem to be who you seem to be, whether or not that resembles the actual you or, perhaps, merely your sense of the actual you or whom you might be, were you actual. You may very well be other than what you think. And if what you think is not what you are, and who you seem to be is other than whom you take yourself for—well, by the time you figure it out, it’s too late. Then, my digital dear, we’ve arrived—nunc pro tunc—at you. Virtually. And that, at the end of zero, is all we can hope for in this medium.
ReplyDeleteThat -- that was what I was trying to say. How did you know?
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