No marketing today

Today I followed Luc's posts on how a group of bloggers got together and dedicated a tree to CK.  And I read CK's response about friendship.  And I began to think about the many events I've witnessed online, where those who had never physically met had acted out of amazing kindness for another.

I have a confession.

I was lost in the connections.
I couldn't see through the conversations.
A part of me desired safety.
No.
Leverage.

But its not about knowledge.
Its about ideas.
Or rather,
It's about sharing.
And ideas are a by-product.

I would like to replicate Gavin's first blog post ever.  As I believe it is even more remarkable today than when he first penned it.

[begin quote]
The Servant of Chaos
We begin with a rant. A rumble. A shout. There is more in the mind, more on the fingertips, more spilling from the edges of our quivering lips than can fill the words of a thousand weblogs.
The diaries of the insane, the newly reposessed, the righteous, the deluded, and yes, even I.
The daily diatribe of the left, the right, the religious and informed brooks no argument.
But we will give them one.
You and I.
We will give them one.
There are more to the words of consumers than the corporations expect.
We huddle in groups, in chat rooms.
We explode on the keyboards of a million call centres.
Our imagination is unheard of. Our thoughts cancel out the process.
We are your hearts and your minds.
We are everywhere, all places, all over the shop.
In your blood, at your workplace.
Serving you tea.
Writing you emails.
Escape?
We don't really want to, for this is who we are.
One.
More.
A new opportunity opens every day.
It opens with the page.
The pen.
Another rant.
In control? Hell no!
We are in slavery to the chaos of our lives.
This is the manifesto of one.
S.
[end quote]

CK spoke recently of her commitment to her lion and showing no fear.  And how it changed everything.  This brought it all home and made me realize I am not being true to who I am. 

I desire to free my softness.

"Like the most powerful bird in existence sitting on its perch and refusing to move."