Some time ago, I grew tired of keeping up with the joneses of social media and blogging and inter-networking just so I could download everyone’s info into my brain. It’s hard to be your original self with all your feelers numbed by the content continuum that ranges from self-indulgent insecurity to re-blogging and pasting until no one knows what is real anymore. This would be one of those observations that has no point except to say that I’m searching for that inspired place again.