We are all bloggers Y axis

"... By writing books, the individual becomes a universe.... And since the principal quality of a universe is its uniqueness, the existence of another universe constitutes a threat to its very essence..
A person who writes books is either all (a single universe for himself and everyone else) or nothing. And since all will never be given to anyone, every one of us who writes books is nothing. Ignored, jealous, deeply wounded, we wish the death of our fellow man....
The proliferations of mass graphomania [blogging] among politicians, cab drivers, women on the delivery table, mistresses, murderers, criminals, prostitutes, police chiefs, doctors, and patients proves to me that every individual without exception bears a potential writer within himself and that all mankind has every right to rush out into the streets with a cry of "We are all writers!"
The reason is that everyone has trouble accepting the fact that he will disappear unheard of and unnoticed in the indifferent universe, and everyone wants to make himself into a universe of words before it's too late.
Once the writer in every individual comes to life (and that time is not far off), we are in for an age of universal deafness and lack of understanding."

Milan Kundera. "The Book of Laughter and Forgetting." 1979.

Given the fact that I don't have a single known reader of this blog, and may never am I just writing this for myself? and putting it out into the public mind to make it something real? I imagine if I die soon someone may dig this up, "oh he had a blog, but mainly kept it to himself. well maybe we should look into it." then maybe someone would read it, and take an excerpt out of the words herein for my eulogy. Would I smile from my place in the ether, smugly content that, yes it had all been worth it because now there is an account, albeit one made of electrons in a medium that doesn't even really exist? Why do I write this? .