"Nutta with an axe and internet connection" Cheers I think we...

"Nutta with an axe and internet connection"

Cheers I think we ought to read only posts that bite and sting us. If the post we are reading doesn’t shake us awake like a blow on the skull, why bother reading it in the first place? So that it can make us happy, as you put it? Good God, we’d be just as happy if we had no posts at all; posts that make us happy we could, at a pinch, also write ourselves. What we need are posts that hit us like a most painful misfortune, like the death of someone we loved more than we love ourselves, that make us feel as though we had been banished to the woods, far from any human presence, like a suicide. A post must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is what I believe.