You know the cat or maybe Pat was told something a while ago, as he was trying to explain things to that other cat show. As he found non bloggers just don't get it I guess and trying to explain it left their mind in a mess. But then this was told to me and it made much more sense at that other sea. That the blogging world is a community indeed where each have their own feed but people join without the intention of ever meeting no matter the greeting.
Best explanation the cat has heard and even though non bloggers still don't get it and may think it absurd, it seemed to sink in a bit and they maybe, sorta got it. The point the cat is trying to make is even if ones name is fake, hiding behind a fake eye or some little blue guy. More is shared in one way or another on each feed for totally random people to read than most share with no more than a handful in real life, whether happy, sappy or some moment of strife. Are we all crazy or what? Yeah, I know I am a nut.
Trust in the unknown,
No matter the tone.
With each passing day,
The closer more become at each bay.
The feed takes a life all its own,
A fact not readily known.
For when one begins their feed,
Trying to get others to read.
None of this is even thought,
Except for maybe the odd robot.
Those are known to come and go,
But nothing is expected to grow.
The life of those far away,
Or even near your bay.
Like randomly throwing a dart.
A bullseye is hit,
And a relationship is lit.
The smallest act,
Creates a pact.
Rough days come and go,
Yet all continue to show.
Giving what many need,
No thoughts of ones own preservation or greed.
Might doesn't make right,
No need for fight or flight.
The pleasure of a few words each day,
Or many depending on who is having their say.
Is all that one comes to seek,
When each hop about taking a peek.
And as they continue to build,
Anonymity is essentially killed.
For the life of another,
Becomes like that of friend, sister or brother.
More known than that which is deemed real,
The fake becoming the real deal.
And so upon the blogging sands,
Many may never shake hands.
But from many we can detect,
An even greater respect.
The cat would rhyme no matter if he was here talking to himself all day long at his shelf. For there are enough voices in his head to last him until he's long past dead. But all of you certainly make it that much more fun and so we'll say for post 400 this was spun. Even if 400 has already come to pass this was close enough for my day with no sass. And yes the cat actually appreciates all of you and never thought when he started this such a thing would ever come due. But now I must finally be crass as off I go wiggling my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.