The good site Docurma. Com (epilogue Re: additional post)

I find myself drawn lately to the web site docudharma. Com. I am beginning to think websites, like stars, live and die like we are told they do in the universe.

I am mindful of my youth upon walking into a restaurant or bar feeling the intellect hanging in the air. You can smell it and see it in the faces of the people you don’t see. And when a person, perhaps the waiter or waitress approaches you, you’re instincts are confirmed. “This is a classy joint” you admit to yourself, patting your wallet in your rear pocket as reference, puffin’ out your chest as you are led marching to your seat to absorb the goodness of your environment.

In an instant I noticed people flying kites. As my eye focused I saw all manner of kites. All shapes, all colors, oh, those beautiful colors, and the designs on them convinced me there is a blogsite heaven and I was privilege to be in it. The kites were quiet. No sounds. No rustling of air. No tangled kite strings and no single kite being obstructed by another. A well coordinated ballet of the kites comes to mind. “Oh my God. People come here to fly their kites” I remember saying to myself, “and these are not by any stretch of the imagination cheap ones like we use to get from WoolWorth’s five and dime store years ago”. I concluded the conversation with my self, "These are my kind of kites. They teach me things".

I am quick to note the rules for observing the kites if you wanted to take a closer look. You quietly approach underneath the kite and begin reading. No gestures of ill will or disapprovals. Just reading. One guy got so excited, controlled, he hurried back to his table to get his female companion to come read see what he had just read underneath a particular kite. She smiled a gentle smile. they both shared a giggle or two. Must have been a regular, I thought. It was at that time I observed another rule of the establishment because she and her companion stopped by "the table" on their way back to their space. Gentle smiles both. As it were, you can stop by the kite owner’s table, toast him or her or silently leave a message in the kite owner’s message book provided on the table using the appropriately writing instrument provided. The female wrote a message, shared it with her male companion and they left. Smiling. There were some beautiful writing instruments I could see and I think some of them were even coordinated with the colors and designs of their kites. Not sure about that. If they didn't, I thought it would have been be a nice touch.

Before my drink came, I saw a kite that left me breathless. So unlike all the rest. Unique is the word that came to mind but even that did not do it justice. The word unique was immediately dashed onto the floor and just as quickly replaced with still another word not reflecting what I was viewing. I approached the kite and tried and tried to read the beautiful language underneath. I was mesmerized at the language and even though I could not understand it, I felt it emotionally. A whole bowl of questions dumped onto my head and I could not answer any of them in my mesmerized condition. I just could not get it together. It was so beautiful and I could not find out why. I was enveloped. I so badly wanted to know why it was so beautiful to me and I must have looked rather awkward when the waitress whispered in my ear that my drink had arrived at my table. I started to cry. She, and I don’t know who else it was, gently led me back to my table and I began to write about the kite I had seen. All was quiet around me. People continued going up viewing the kites and writing comments. I wanted to yell, “Didn’t you see me make a complete fool of myself?” Could some of them have had the same experience? I knew I would never know. In elegant places like docudharma.com, discretion, self control and dignity abounds from the moment you enter, set your kite alight to the time you leave.
Commentary
by: Robyn
Sat Dec 29, 2007 at 10:29:20 PST
http://www.docudharma.com/showDiary.do;jsessionid=B7895DB72B93A36F703C41AB6211F2E6?diaryId=3387
As always,
BB
(epilogue)
I see no need to use the blogosphere as a “wailing wall”. The “wailing wall” has its time and its own place. I will continue considering the blogosphere a “mentality” as so aptly demonstrated by the talented OPOL. See his latest opus on docudharma.com. It’s a new world. Get on board and take a good look-see. In my opinion, the need to spend energy fighting stereotypes and character assignations is gathering more and more of yesterday’s dust. In relationship to the blogosphere, it seems to me there is the “real world” as defined by MSM and other dust catchers and the “mentality world” yet to be defined. Sounds strange, I admit but hey, what can I say? That’s the kind of guy I am.