A comment from Claudia made me remember this fledgling post idea. She, whom I have etched into my memories of sharing, at a time I needed it most, a beautiful parable of the internet as like a dream, being a place where we hang out with friends we have yet to meet, repeated this in other words:
I wish I could remember when we met. Of all the blogs in the world… Cosmic lucky day.
I wish I had the memory of a meeting which has not been.
This thought had come earlier, when Sandy Brown Jensen visited, and we were talking about connecting sometime back in my Maricopa days, and also at conferences this year where I have met up with colleagues who I’ve traveled with down a long lane of internet highway.
It happened today, here at a project meeting in Washington, D.C., talking to David Wiley.
Many of the people whom I have gotten to know through the internet media– twitter, before that blogs, before that, email lists– people I consider not only colleagues, not only friend (as Facebook as cheapened that noun), but something more– I cannot exactly pinpoint the moment, the interaction we met.
The experiences together trail off to a horizon where I cannot see the origin point.
This seems so patently obvious, yet also marvelous.
The people I value the most are the ones I cannot remember when we met. Rather than worrying about, it tells me– it feels like we’ve known each other forever.
And thus, for people I do remember when we first connected, well then it’s just a matter of waiting until we do have more of those shared experiences, then one day we will forget when we met.
It will happen.
Top / Featured Image: I tried some searches on “can’t remember” “forgotton” even my own photos on “we met” (which brought up a rather wistful series), but I did not find the “one” image.
So I went back to the well (Google Images with options set for license to reuse) on “vanishing point” and these results were closer, a lot of converging lines of railroad tracks and country roads, but this flickr photo by JoeInSouthernCA https://flickr.com/photos/joebehr/6934297434 shared under a Creative Commons (BY-ND) license was my choice (it’s a photo of a museum painting, so here we are in murky rights water, but I’ll go with the metadata in the interest of blogging).
I cannot say if the infinite wall of chickens have any relevance.
The post "Why I Can’t Remember When We Met is a Good Thing" was originally scraped from the bottom of the pickel barrel at CogDogBlog (http://cogdogblog.com/2016/05/cant-remember/) on May 11, 2016.