Saturday, July 31, 2021

The Challenge and|or Preamble:

 

These writings have proven themselves a worthy long-term devourer of hefty bites of time while being produced in raw form, thereby precluding the taking of yet more time - and, of certaitude, lucre - sufficient to edit and algorithmize so as to be presented as originally envisioned or imagined, particularly in that "originally imagined" tends to be in a constant state of flux. But might, for example, resemble an unpredictable deck of cards; each vignette - or temporally-conjoined cluster of vignettes - resembling one card therein.

 

Meanwhile the quaint view: that placing creative efforts in the crucible (some might refer to as the dustbin) of public scrutiny, is sufficiently valuable in its own right (a long discussion in itself) as to nonetheless justify having so-attempted.

 

The above was the actual introduction yet, for those who enjoy further minutiae and ever-finer granularity regarding issues so-involved, the most immediate constraints come down to somewhat obscure hosting rules. It having, for example, been stated that there is no official word or character limit per post, yet that there may nonetheless be issues, constraints, or "forbiddens" when attempting to load and|or view large files.

 

If true this, in conjunction with conjectured limits as to allowable number of separate entries [1], shall have pre-ordained that what might otherwise have been a well-ordered collection of separate entries shall have been forced into something quite monolithic: occasional updates posted as fresh in-toto replacements of one ever-expanding body of text. Wherein the previously-posted block of text dies so as to (hopefully) reincarnate - resurrect - as the same stuff it was, plus a dollop of newly-added material; each such "version" comprised of elements that presumably shall have taken about one year per overall accumulative iteration. Each such accumulation, at least in 2021, herein referred to as "an edition." Though perhaps more accurately, "an addition."

 

If such a σχῆµα has proven itself capable of having played out with some success, there shall eventually have eventuated roughly one new edition per year, culminating in a ragtag collection informed by a flux resembling "Who-could-have-guessed these were meditations-upon-dreams, with an occasional vision thrown in for good measure and|or luck."

 

Since it is all tentative and experimental, should a massive body of text in some nearby posting appear as though partially present, yet well-broken, I may have inadvertently (re)discovered yet another Blogger limitation. Or Blogger may have changed the rules. But, most likely - based on prior use - merely the customary Unexpected Something Else. For example it may merely have come to pass that civilization-as-we-knew-it managed to collapse even faster than it was already doing. As usual. See, for example, Malthusianism.

 

As for any errors, omissions, outrageous positations and|or postulations, please blame the messenger. Who also happens to be the individual who has actually experienced everything described (though replace "actually experienced" with "contrived" should you happen to be an adherent of the noble Religion of Materialism (rarely known as "the only way to run a democracy")), along continua ranging from (1) disinterested observer ~to~ enthused participant in milieus ranging from (2) barely-tangible ~to~ so distinctly palpable as to make reality-as-experienced-Here - often referred to as "normative reality" - barely qualify as a weak signification of some hypothesized God-in-training's rather lackadaisical First Attempt.

 

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[1] Blogger - the blogging platform - is said to only allow 100 blogs per account. Yet 366, plus a few more, would be required to utilize such rudimentary hypertext navigation as is typically associated with individual blog entries. That 366+ - as mentioned further on - has been initially-presumed to be per "edition," the envisioned project thus presumed to average a subsequent edition each year over a decade, plus perhaps a few years more -:- an arguably unlikely eventually, yet some believe that pursuit-of-aspirations is accompanied by an intrinsic suite of immediate and abiding value, irregardless of ongoing outputs, eventual outcomes, and lacks as to incomes.

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