Inaugural

There's nothing more exciting than something new.


It comes in a box, and you rip it open. You dig through foam peanuts. You unwrap tissue paper. You throw the wrappings on the floor, ripping and tearing and unraveling, and suddenly there it is.


You pick it up and admire it, oohing, aahing, feeling its weight in your hand. It feels good there in your hand. It's shiny. It's symmetrical. And it smells fantastic.


You're lost for hours in it-- reading every word on the back, flipping through it endlessly, fiddling with it, figuring out what it can do. You assemble. You adjust. You personalize. And after enough hours of tinkering and fidgeting and boring everyone to death with "Look! It can do THIS!", it goes from being new to being ...yours.


And thus this blog.


The concept isn't new, really. It started, as most things do these days, on Facebook. Nobody remembers who or when, but one day somebody wrote a note. It was emotional, it was messy, it was raw. And then somebody noticed it was well-written. And they said, please write more. So there were more. Other notes, other writers, other ideas written all kinds of other ways. Rhetoric, profanity, eloquence, simplicity, fiction, confession, poetry, prose. Pretty soon, notes started popping up every day-- every couple of hours.


Soon we decided, like so many before us, to write a blog.


 Maybe this blog won't get anywhere. Maybe nobody will read it outside of those who read notes already. And maybe it'll slowly die off. But who has the right to say we shouldn't give it a try? Maybe this blog WILL go somewhere. It's already getting our words somewhere, our thoughts, our ideas. What else runs the world?


So, if you're reading this, welcome. Rip open the box. Dig through the peanuts, unwrap the tissue paper. Unravel our words and get into our minds. Inside you'll find everything we stand for. Maybe you'll find something of yourself as well.


Given with love,
The Cult.


--Patti