Making sense - or naking sense, as I mistyped at first - isn't easy. Communicating my ideas is difficult. Understanding - making sense of - my life: near impossible. So here comes some 'naking', naked, sense.
I rarely read a blog without a sense that the writer is writing for the world. Projecting a certain persona, a viewpoint, an impression, a facade. Blogs contain naked sense of a kind - up to a limit.
Because we do not dare reveal our naked selves for fear they would look too bad.
Nor do I.
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