Pen pals
Before the adventt of the Internet a very popular way of reaching out to somebody unknown was to join a Pen Pal club, which is very much like the way it is done nowadays through the Internet. A more hopeful way perhaps was to stuff a message into a bottle and set it adrift in the ocean hoping it arrives in some unknown distant destination intact and its message read by sentient eyes. SETI or, Search for Extra Terrestrial Intelligence was set up to try and establish contact with intelligent life beyond our own Earth. It wisely uses mathematics as the language with which to send its signals since mathematics is precise and random signals can easily be discounted.
Sitting on top of roofs or a high place, many a people have scoured the skies for something, anything that will signify something more than the mundane existence they are having. There is something out there, this seems to be a common theme that reverberates in each human being's conscioiusness. Is it perhaps a hidden call seeded in our souls when we were first created? A very wise man once said: inherent in every man is the Longing for the Great. Do we perhaps feel empty even in the midst of plenty and surrounded by throngs until that hole within us is filled with meaning?
Why do we write poems, songs, novels? Is it to express that which gnaws at us inside and hope that it reaches kindred souls who empathize with the way that we feel and think?
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Sitting on top of roofs or a high place, many a people have scoured the skies for something, anything that will signify something more than the mundane existence they are having. There is something out there, this seems to be a common theme that reverberates in each human being's conscioiusness. Is it perhaps a hidden call seeded in our souls when we were first created? A very wise man once said: inherent in every man is the Longing for the Great. Do we perhaps feel empty even in the midst of plenty and surrounded by throngs until that hole within us is filled with meaning?
Why do we write poems, songs, novels? Is it to express that which gnaws at us inside and hope that it reaches kindred souls who empathize with the way that we feel and think?
Cool blogs basking in the Blog Park. Visit these pages:
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