* autonomy, freedom, power...

somehow, growing-up (although i craved attention), it wasn't fame.  i had a knowing that it was great to have a great (albeit small) group of friends who held mutual admirations of each other while being able to live with each others' quirks and even some ill-advised decisions.

i valued privacy, yet wanted to be known.  a showman who, like the guy in the wizard of oz... prior to his becoming the wonderful wizard.

i knew that power corrupted powerfully, and that 

i'd be powerless under its power.  

freedom was an innate knowing, and freedom from certain responsibilities, addictions, fatherhood, command, meant being able to have local power... which is kind of like buying/eating locally.  

my brother, we lived the dream.  we had an autonomy that can never again be experienced in a world of instant media -- potentially going viral.

if this blog ever gets too famous, i will enjoy it for the moment, prior to disappearing into a void of a whisper of a shadow: insignificant, unimportant, incognito, and free.

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* excerpted from an email to a friend.