Importance

I am not doing anything important right now.

No, really, I am not adding any value to anything. Or at least I wasn't a minute ago, maybe I am now. There's really no way to tell whether or not this rambling jumble of words is going to help anyone with anything. I'm all right with that, of course. I do this for me. I do this so I feel like I'm not wasting time. It's not like this is hard, not at all, and it makes me feel like I'm contributing something to the world. Even if all I'm doing is storing data on a server somewhere. A server that will, at some point, be wiped of all of it's data.

Or will it?

I wonder how old parts of the internet are. Does Google (I believe Google owns blogger) really care about how much space is being used in the real world for it's virtual works? I imagine no, no it doesn't. Google is huge. Google doesn't care about such small things.

Or maybe it does?

Maybe Google is running lite on space. Maybe Google is cringing at the thought of one blogger using up one more kilobyte of space. That would be a shame. This would never be published. Nobody would ever run into this piece and think... I don't know what they would think. Maybe they wouldn't (certainly they should at this point, but that's the problem with the writing I do sometimes) and maybe they would just see the words and move on, content with having consumed something but unable to digest it. Food metaphor is awesome. I was about to move on and say some crap about nutrients and such. Maybe I should point out that it's probably the job of the author to act as a filter, the kidney maybe? Whatever organ it is that processes shit? I forget, it's been so long since Freshman year of High School when I learned of such things.

So what's the point?

Maybe I conjured up something. That would make it worth it.