Thank you Decomposer, and now a word from Producer...

Decomposer took the trouble to set up this blog and post the first four posts.  I'm not sure I should say thank you.  I had so many other things on which to embark today, other than a new blog...

All of life is at some point soaking in the sun's glow as a producer, delighting in the fruits as a consumer, or mucking around the debris as a decomposer.  Somehow mucking in the muck provides nourishment to all.  Somehow the Earth is cleansed through this analysis and exposure.  Every bone will be picked sooner or later.  [A moment of thanks, and a moment of near-silence to listen to and honor the quiet, incessant chewing of Earth's decomposers...]

And so, a producer can take root.  The snow falling outside is too exquisite to resist.  I will soon be frolicking in it if I could just capture some light, transfix it into a post, post it, and walk away.  From the light, I yearn to build something solid for your consumption, dear reader!   Let me wait a mere 8 minutes for the freshest sunlight for you...

Okay--here it is:  Cliche.

Cliche.

My gift to you as you cross the threshold into 2015 is... cliche.  I have yet to find a way to avoid it.  There is nothing I have to offer that has not already been offered somewhere in the blogosphere.  All my ideas are likely some reconfiguration of what already exists somewhere.  Maybe the closest I can come to producing something new is to put my own chirality, my own twist, on the molecules from dear Decomposer.  I still make sugar.  I still make chlorophyl.  I still live on sunlight and carbon dioxide.  I still speak some version of legos, not knowing how to build anything but legos onto each little cylindrical stub.  Knowing no other alphabet than this one you see before you, I build words you've seen countless times before.  

How do I say something new?  Especially without the aid of body language or tone... (and I'm woefully reliant on body language and tone for laughs and charm)

Thank you for each an every exhale, dear reader.  Thank you for every atom of your carbon footprint, for every unnecessary spin in your SUV or low-milage mini-cooper.  I suddenly feel awash in abundance.  I can tell that there shall be no shortage of carbon, sunshine, time or space.  Nothing to do here but grow...

PS  Don't be snubbed by Decomposer's grit and cynicism.  The acidity varies from post to (com)post.