the frisson sociale, and le medium sociale, the sunshine after, and the popular content torpedo aimer.

 

Oh the peculiar vulgarities and transciences of the life social, and itself a cataloging of said peculiarities, curiosities and emotional atrocities, a file of instances in which we were happy or sad.

But then there is the utterly peculiar beauty, that kind of renewed resonance of the sunlight after a storm.

What am I but one in the catalog?  I pretend to be no more special, and certainly any special quality I might show you could be partaken of and imparted to any of the others, and that, a kind of "participation trophy" of the blogging world, and the life social, nothing thrust upon us, as we assured in the Good Book, nothing tossed onto our aching backs that is not common to mankind.

God loved and gave, in turn the spirit comes upon us, and we can think of what we deserve, or not what we deserve but that we get overmuch, out of love, we are duly blessed, and in the interim we are but with our grateful hands out in wonder, surprise, amusement.....

I awaken talking to so many, being talked to, social balances redressed, new love interest redressing herself, too, and so much other, blessing and wishes imparted, blessings and wishings taken, received, and so much hope trafficking about on a cold morning.

And in the cold, the little molecules grown large and so much apart, but in their magnitude, somewhere therein, not unaware, not absolute zero, but chilled like the sparkling wine at a social gathering.

We are that wedding party in Cana receiving the gift of vino, as the gift of gab and conference among our peers, and they say too, the media social is a bane, but only in tangents; never before have we brought the rest of our community so close, never before have we known so much brotherhood.

Of the media sociale, I note that Twitter bagged Trump, of which I have no opinion of their action, but make note that Trump had a huge following, people loving, people love to hate and others, and they cancelled his account, and an exodus had begun.

Something of the old adage about biting the hand that feeds one....  That maybe, they want the post-modern Trump back to bring back less offensive elements of a more full user base.....

If Crapdashian, or Terry Colon were the most popular figure on the platform, would it make sound business sense to suddenly ban each, or even one of them?

A random sample of vulgarities, the life social, with belches and farts, complaints and well-wishings taken as but bits of peanut, pecan and walnut in our truffles, if such were to be allowed.

And banning the most popular content was never a particularly sound decision from the business side.

But the sunshine after the storm glints lovely on the leaves, the flower petals, and the humidity rises from the firmament, higher into the air, and the breath comes easily, moreso and moreso as the humidity risings, something of steamy mist leaving and rising higher and higher.


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