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An Unknown Person's Thoughts

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Posted by A Certain Man at 1:12 PM
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Why An Unknown Person?

A Certain Man
Down the Road, Not Far Away
This blog is like many others in that it has a potpourri of musings that are constantly evolving. The unifying thread is that it is not about me as myself, but me as a person--myself as every man. Most blogs bring us together in a capacity where we see a division between ourselves and the writer: They begin there and I end here. But by assuming no identity, I hope that no more than a veneer of indiviuality appears so that a core of human experience can be instantly understood. It is how you have felt, thought, or acted; possibly now or might someday. I ask: how different are we really? And how does a picture and hometown change our perception and warp our interpretation? This is where the center of being human is: Questions.
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