Twitter is a marvelous tool. On it, you can find all manner of verbosity ranging from breaking news to articles of in-depth analysis; from real-time flame wars of the rude, crude, lewd and lasciviousness variety to the Holy Word of God quoted stream of consciousness style personally tailored for the ADHD generation. In other words, it’s an ingenious trap for an information hungry robot like myself to get lost in for hours on end. And so I do.
Once in a while, I run across an article in my internet travels that stands above the rest, like it’s etched in granite on the side of a mountain, awaiting discovery by some traveling information junkie willing to follow a rusty signpost on a side-road detour.
Today, I followed one of those signposts and rounded a corner to find an honest work of personal testimony and, for me, needed motivation. Of course, I didn’t take the road completely on blind faith. I knew one of my favorite writers would be waiting for me, but it was a welcome destination to say the least.
The essay is:
Thanks to Bill Whittle for composing that piece. To say I wish I could command that kind of clarity of expression would be to understate the obvious..
Thanks also to Twitter friend
@SmoosieQ for putting up the signpost.
Now, quit wasting time reading my blather. Head over to Eject! Eject! Eject! for some edification.
Side note: You can find other great works from my internet travels on the Prime page.