Day one

I was told to set up a web site. To be considered a real person. It's cheaper to start a blog. So here it is. What is a blog. I've been told it offers a 'new way of performing the self.' It is not a diary. It does not belong to me. If it were, what I wrote would my property. But this scribbling belongs to....Google, I assume. It is also not a diary because it is not private. I wonder if upcoming generations understand the meaning of privacy. I wonder if they will ever have the experience of privacy.
I am reading the Bible, the St James version. I'm reading it for research. I have not read any part of it since my youth. What is most striking is the cryptic nature of the utterances. The language is hypnotic and slippery. Repetition and nonsense. Which again leads me to the question: how, really, how can people believe? The need, the search, for emotional solace is a factor. Nietzche was articulate about this. And in his writings, throughout, you feel a strong, urgent yearning in him that humans might be more than they are, might rise to some challenge of being human in a world where there is no reference to the great Almighty. That day will never come. That much is clear. Beyond emotional solace churns a strong desire for ritual and ceremony. No doubt, many scholars, theologians, psychologists, anthropologists and philosophers might argue that religion is exactly that: the practice of rituals. And through this practice, something happens that takes you outside of yourself. Dancing does the same. Until self-consciousness interrupts.