I told Steve one day, ‘What is written, is wrong.’
So if that’s the case why do i write, in contrary to that statement? Writing is dead, whatever i typed in, posted becomes history, open to the fluidity of individual cognitive interpretations, and understanding. My writing cannot spontaneously rise in defense of itself. There is a certain degree of ‘lag time’ in writing, and it is in this lag time that the potential of controversy lurks.
So why write?
What i write is a testament of a person’s journey. ultimately this journey is not mine. I’m just a vessel, carrying this ideology. Sure, I can keep mum, stop blogging. then again if that happens, how would i know if the ideology i carry is robust? Universally acceptable? and can stand up to rigorous scrutiny?
I am very particular about the ideology i carry, making sure that i do not ‘fanaticise’, neither become obsessed with it. this blog acts as my check and balance. What I write, is wrong, is right at the same time too.