Everyone likes to hear a few words from the audience. Like any other side show, I have experienced the coming and going of many bloggers. I have seen many frequent commentators that are now a distant memory. There was a time when I had a great give and take with some bloggers from PA and GA and a few x-military types. Then the war was thrown in our laps.
Then there were the Taoists with a few Buddhists thrown in for good measure. When you talk of the stink of religion existing even within the halls of monasteries, you sound more like a curmudgeon than someone who warns you to not step in shit.
But these relationships come and go.
It's said that in order to have a blog that generates interest with a high hit count, it is important to stick to a topic that everyone can relate to. It is also recommended that you tag your posts so that search engines can pick you out of the crowd.
I believe that in This Being Human..... I reflect the multi faceted and fractured construct that we call "being human" and in so doing, my topics range from sex to religion, drunkenness to enlightenment, joy to depression. I've spoken of rage and compassion and of opposites being a portion of the whole. There are two sides to every coin but there is only the one coin.
Search engine words that have led to This Being Human.....have been very interesting but yield very few similarities. Other than Taoist and Buddhist and meditation searches, the rest are as varied as my posts. The greatest percentage of visits are from the USA, with the rest coming from Belgium, The United Kingdom, Canada, Italy, Poland, Norway, France, Netherlands and the United Arab Emirates. Not sure what that all means. My bud from South Africa has disappeared as well as my visitors from Australia.
Being the sensitive bloke that I am,
I miss many of those that used to stop by.
There are places I remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends
I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all