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I love the little map of the world that comes up on the stats page of ones blog and shows what country ones visitors are from (if, that is, one has any!).
How fascinating it is to log in and see such things as: “138 from Iceland; 72 from Russia; 271 from Thailand and 503 from the United States” – and in just one day!
“Hey, wait a moment” interjected Ebenezer incredulously. “Are you sure about those figures? They sound a bit suspect to me!”
“Well, maybe I’ve exaggerated a little bit”, I replied, “but someone visited my blog a couple of months ago – and they even gave me a ‘like’!”
“And I bet that was a mistake!” (Ebenezer is a good chap, but if he has a fault it is that cannot sometimes resist pulling down rather than encouraging one. Don’t most of come across such negative people every now and again!).

But what intrigues me most and gets the imagination going is: Who are these highly intelligent and discriminating people (!) who come to ones blog from such romantic-sounding, far-away places? what do they do? how old are they? what do they look like? what sorts of houses do they live in? etc., etc.,
Wouldn’t it be lovely if with a click of the mouse we could find out instantly! Even knowing what city or town they come from would add to the interest immeasurably.
However, I imagine it won’t be long before everybody knows everything about everyone – and in 3D and glorious technicolour!
But coming to think about it – do we really want Robinson Crusoe and Man Friday knowing all about our private lives just like the CIA or KGB apparently do just to satisfy our own insatiable curiosity!
“No” said Ebenezer emphatically. I don’t for one!”
“Why?” I asked.
“It’s none of your business!”

Another point: it is an exciting and at the same time, a rather frightening thought to know that what one is writing (perhaps right now) may, in a few minutes, be read by people all over the world – thanks to the miracle (or curse) of modern technology.
When you think about it, what a huge responsibility this puts on our shoulders, for afterall, our writings and thoughts, however small and unimportant they seem, are our living voices which go out into the wide, wide world influencing and shaping others either for good or bad.
As the Persian poet Hafiz wrote centuries ago: “There is no writer that shall not perish, but what his hand hath written endureth for ever. Write, therefore, nothing but will please thee when thou shalt be called upon to account for every word of it”.
As Dingo said when I read that to him: “Golly. That’s scary. Where’s the delete key!”
PS: “I would just like to add a postscript” says Ebenezer. “‘The power of words’ in the poetry section of this blog also deals with this particular subject”.
“Why, thank you very much, Ebenezer. It’s very kind of you to mention it!”
You see, he’s not a bad chap at heart, really!