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     I ask myself whether my thoughts about thought,
specifically thinking about my own thinking amounts to
anything at all, and if so, what the consequences, what the
proceeds are.  If the conventional criteria of value, - the
number of copies sold, the number of hits on the worldwide
web were to be applied, the answer clearly would be: nil;
inasmuch as no book has been published and my URL is, as it
were, lost, having fallen through the meshes of the web.
Is there value aside from public acclaim, and if so, how is
that value identified?  Arguably there might be a benefit
to the writer (myself), a benefit whether subjective or
objective that would not necessarilty be apparent to an
observer.

     The question of the value of the writing is clearly
analogous to a question about the value of the individual.
His writing is lost in an ocean of published text in a
manner comparable to which the undeniable uniqueness of his
person is lost in the multitudinous electorate. It is
obvious, but interesting, that the ephemeral and fragile,
if not indeed factitious nature of fame is a topic that
receives no attention in the published literature,
precisely because it is a denial of that literature's
validity, or, in any event of its claim to significance.


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Copyright 2008, Ernst Jochen Meyer
