There're a lot of weird things happening in mediated new sources today. It's even stranger to imagine a time when news-outlets actually covered news that mattered to the world; had some humanistic merit. For example, just by browsing CNN (after BBC, of course) I learned today that the Pope is not angry with condom-supporters and Shakespeare may have or not actually existed.
Oh yes, and Elvis is still alive. But as dead as the original Paul McCartney.
I guess I should have a point behind this blog, which is quickly spinning into another of Chris' rants. Here we go.
It seems that we, like any other generation, are squinting eyes at the hard work of our predecessors, questioning nearly every finding and asking how and what if. There is a point, though, where some of this questioning doesn't seem to matter at all. Have we become the generation of skeptics? Will we one day insist that the solar systems revolves around the Earth? I feel as though we have come to a point where we a questioning everything and claiming it erroneous or nothing at all.
In other words, just because we keep questioning the world does not mean that we will find what we are looking for. It seems as though we are experimenting, not based on a hypothesis, but based on a conclusion we are determined to find.
Some people don't believe Shakespeare existed. Some think he did, but used a ghostwriter. And as one man with common sense said, "After all, the play's the thing, right? What does it matter who wrote it?"
I'm going to stand by that. Although this entire blog has been completely tongue-in-cheek (that's for all of you who can't detect sarcasm), I will say I stand behind that aforementioned notion of a work being more important than who wrote it.
Sure, if silly Willy was here today and someone plagiarized his work, then there's a good case for bitching. But, let's face it: William Shakespeare is dead. He is so dead that is makes "Elvis is alive" credible.
Let it be known--this blog being the proof--that if I die and my works remain, and become some of the most influential pieces the world has ever laid eyes on, that a rare group of renegade rhesus monkeys wrote all of it and C.M. Humphries was just their pen-name.
(Oh yeah, here's the stuff about the Pope.)
Fear, focus, and the future. C.M. Humphries talks about writing, horror, and whatever.