If one is to have any seriousness in what s/he is doing, whatever it is, every person must answer “Why —- ?” Better yet: it could be argued that each person ought to keep asking that question of themselves, less s/he falls into mindless action.

Timeless answers such as “why not”, “because”, “because I said so”, “original sin”, or “42” are some of the results that this sort of navel-gazing produces. While I’m just as guilty as the next blogger for being an armchair existentialist or zen-seeker, I’m really seeking to avoid being That Guy when it comes to spewing words onto a canvas.

Re-reading the above two paragraphs, I see that I already managed to become just that already.  –damnit-  At least we’ve cleared that up.

I’ve done journals, blogs, and personal websites before, all with varying degrees of personal satisfaction. Facebook/MySpace/OkCupid profiles, reddit/slashdot posting & commenting, and the lurking on icq channels & 4chan were also part of my virtual moonlighting, but those really don’t hold much water for me anymore.  -i must be either getting old or becoming very dull… or both-  I’m back in the thick of it again though, and a WordPress website/blog seems to be the right platform for what I want to accomplish.

I’m a firm believer that the main purpose of writing boils down to communicating thoughts and ideas, and that writing is meant to be read. Quibble away with me on the details and even the main premise, but hell, I get to make the rules on my own space, right?  -i think i may have just invoked the “because i said so” argument, oops- My audience is intended to be me, whoever wants to read it, and whoever happens to stumble across it– stumbling across the internet-of-things can be kinda neat, just like browsing in a large bookstore is fun. As for myself as an audience, all I’m concerned about is “getting it out of me” and creating something. I’ve heard artists and writers reflect on their passion, and oftentimes they will explain that once an idea begins to shape itself, they have to attend to it, feed it, and shape it to completion– otherwise they’ll never be satisfied with it or themselves, and they’ll never be able to move on.

Obviously, the folks I’m quoting relate this concept with prettier words and style of delivery I am wholly unable to emulate –with great passion and precision– but even though I’m mangling it all, I feel like I can relate to it. I think that if you don’t fully explore what gets you excited in life, the back of your mind will be nagged at until you either wake up with regrets or, worse, forget about that excitement even existing. The thing that perked your curiosity doesn’t develop, and you will never allow yourself to run away with it to go exploring. A child’s imagination does this all the time; why allow your creativity to remain locked up when it can do so many wonderful things as an adult? Doesn’t it wreck at your mind to not be able to build, write, or create? Don’t you sometimes toss and turn at night at your lost opportunities and forgone explorations, feel the itch to try a new way of doing a task at work, and have stories and ideas and thoughts and feelings and images and creations that make you feel like you’re going to explode you make them?

Now imagine that happening all the time. Well, all the time would be an exaggeration, but this is what I feel sometimes. I’m thinking that thesiderealproject will help get a lot of “it” out, give me a timeline that I can point to and reflect upon, and help me to make”it all” better.

Or, worse.