The gorgeous poet and writer Anais Nin once wrote that "We do not see things as they are, we see things as we are." On a similar note an old Creole saying goes "Tell me what you love and I'll tell you what I am." Our vision of the world is colored by our vision of our Selves and the things we have experienced, often zooming us into a monocular- or, too often in the polarized U.S. way of thinking, binocular- extreme. This is the Circle that we've built, where everything relates back to US. But what is a Circle but a Line- and a Line can be anything you want it to be, as long as you are aware of its inherent nature.
A blog is a fanciful high-tech diary, and I mean to keep it that way. Writing and poetry are, for me, the single most pornographic acts a person can perform, because the poet/writer exposes in its flawed entirety not their leather casing, but the wrinkles and scars and blemishes and beautiful enveloping fleshy bits of the ever-changing soul within. I agree with Warsan Shire, that in this act of voyeurism a communion between the writer and the reader takes place that can heal both in the process by revealing the shared experience that is human.