I have nothing to say that has not already been said; no thought that I can hold that has not already crossed the mind of another.  But does that matter...not particularly.  Life is odd.  In the reality of the concrete, I am alone.  But in the immense abstract of space and time I am not.  My closest friends I have never met.  But I see their thoughts and words and visions and they scroll across my screen daily.  I have lost a part of myself to this world, in search of those with whom I can share, and I have found.  The names are like ghosts, merely representational of their unseen solidity.  Each has a place in my life, each has a role....friend, acquaintance, sister, brother, lover, companion.  Is it wise I ponder, to lose touch with the reality around you in favour of the abstract?  But what if the reality around you is flat and dull and cannot provide the seeds of growth?  What if unseen ghosts can?  Is it then wise?  Is it then better to love whom you have never touched as opposed to touching whom you have never loved?