Doubts and Uncertainties With Respect to the Internet

I’m sitting here reading Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet, which I coincidentally stumbled upon when looking alphabetically for the work of Adrienne Rich and which is also, coincidentally, required reading for Mysticism, which I was going to take, but instead opted to retake Calculus.

And it’s that thing where you read something you could have written, but was written nearly one hundred years before you were even born, and it’s like a hand reaching out to you from the past… but not from the grave, kind of, from the air or something.

[That isn't my metaphor, but I can't remember where I heard it.  Maybe in "Death and the Maiden" or maybe in Letters, which would be too ironic for words.]

Anyway, the point is, I’m reading about the importance of solitude and the inward journey and suffering and what not (it really is a great book) and I think, as I have often thought before, the Internet is keeping me from the spiritual benefits of solitude.  Case in point:  I could be laying on my bed thinking about this right now, but instead I blog about it!  And writing.com: why do I want people to rate my work?   To be told I’m all right, that I can do it, that I’m one of them.  Do I really need that?  More productively put, should I need that?

No.  The answer is no and I am going to delete my account momentarily as I have done in the past.  I won’t delete this blog because I know I’ll just start a new one.  I’ve figured that much out.  But I still wonder if I might be better off if I did delete it…