redness . Even now, as I build upon a blathe which has been untouched for years, I don't feel as though I am altering blather so much as continuing it - giving some piece of the present to that piece of the past. Giving rather than growing, expanding rather than remodeling, blather becomes all. If one were to believe in predestination, then perhaps blather in it's awesome and almost infinite entirety exists and like the great explorers of the ages, we are creating a record of what has always existed, mapping the human experience and mastering it's currents and wilderness so that others may find our footsteps and walk our paths... at least until the crossroads. I hope that where I went left, others may go right. My experience with blather has not be a continuous stream, but rather skips, bounds and leaps through a six digit timestamp. Life comes and goes, as does my memory, and all of a sudden I find myself once again delving into red and blue wordy depths. And years from now, I hope I still take the time to remember blather and go exploring once more. amen (from jarec, time) 090111 what's it to you? who go blather from