Nothing Like the Beginning

Well, here I am.
Blogging.
Joining the growing majority of the human population who believe that they have the right to document every single moment of their lives, but, not only that, feel like people should actually care. Unfortunately, even with all the growing technology time hasn't been able to lengthen out the days for people to waste more time reading blogs like this one.

So what is my point?
Why am I taking so long to make it? Well in reality I'm not. Now, you, as the brilliant reader that you probably are, are thinking "who is this Annie Dillard, with all of her philosophical jargon, and why is she wasting my time." But each word that you are ready, each letter skimmed by your brain is doing exactly what I want to devout, not only this semester to know, but my whole life.

Languages. Specifically the written word.

The power shaped my life completely, but not only mine, but the worlds. Pause for a second and contemplate, I wouldn't be able to share this blog to the world (or my English Professor) if someone hadn't created these characters for me to mash up together like some big pasta dish for you to understand what I wanted to communicate. No information could be stored, saved, remembered if people hadn't discovered a way to write them down. The impact of these small simple lines moving together connect the world in more ways then I think people realize.

So instead of learning the history of Rock, or Biology, or by chance hear about the American Revolution for the hundredth time. I wanna learn about the history of characters, of linguistists. I wanna know HOW Spanish, English, German, Italian, French, all stemed off from latin. I wanna know WHO created the alaphebet. I wanna know the evolution of how we have the alaphebet that we have today. I wanna know how did the Chinese and the Japanese come up with their characters, and why we dont use them today. Was the written word accepted at first or was the general public apprehensive.

I want to learn, and grow to appreciate those who worked so hard for me, and everyone else to share their ideas, and to SAVE them. Oral information is so hard to retain, espically from a monotone voice, so to be able to write it down and keep it forever! Its amazing.

Instead of dreaming of rock concerts, or beauty pagents, or nobel peace prizes, I dream of old men hunched together in the dark. Creating the very letters and characters that I am typing today. Weird, I know.

This is my goal not only this semester, but the duration of my life, is to understand and appreciate the gift these letters are to me. And to leave my mark on this world by writing, or blogging my thoughts down. Using the very tools that some mysterious man long ago, gave to me.

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