Week One:
The Internet is a Tree whose Roots sink into and cling to the earth, whose branches grow up to the sky and interweave with all those in cyber-forest. The World Wide Web is the leaves and fruit that flourishes from these, with sonar-dolphins swimming through, echoing out our many thought sighs.
Here come the birds, here they build their seasonal nests and nurse their chicks. At dawn their chorus rises and fills the World Wide Sky; singing to each other, calling to each other, throughout each electronic tide.
Weeks Two and Three:
This week my old aversion to what is still a wonderful medium has resurfaced. I do like that all are patricipating intimately with each other but do not like still doing it from what is an 'apart' aspect. It's great that there is a sense of my own beloved 'all are welcome and all belong' but still a sense of exclusivitiy (to exclude) as all don't carry the same good-feeling they may have when joining in and particpating in a World Wide Community once their hands leave the keyboard or disengage from the mouse. But if it's there and growing, amassing all the time, soon enough each feeling overflows its confines...
In the meantime.. we quest ...
QUEST
quest (kwest)
noun
- a seeking; hunt; pursuit
- in medieval romance, a chivalric journey undertaken by a knight in order to procure or achieve a particular object or end
- any journey or undertaking in pursuit of a typically lofty or noble goal
- Archaic a jury of inquest
Origin: ME < OFr queste < ML questa < VL *quaesita, thing sought for < L quaesitus, pp. of quaerere, to seek, ask, inquire
intransitive verb
- to follow the track of game, or to bay in pursuit of game, as hounds do
- to go in search
