I've been reading Wittgenstein. I was not impressed by, or never understood, his earlier Tractatus stuff, but I found his later work, related to grammar and language, very appealing. Someday I'll probably also write about this...

How did I land here? I wanted to figure why people write. I am sure greater men than me have wondered more about this than I, and that even if their wonderment was less than mine, their words were finer.

But I still have a fallback position. My ideas are always right. That's so peculiarly true. Whether I'm sad or angry or happy or whatever, I have an uncontestable right to my feelings. I’m always absolutely right about my feelings or ideas; they can't be disputed. (In my hurry to complete this blog, I blithely ignore the possibility that I may be mistaken in understanding my emotions - that happens to people, I think.)

And so to complete my victory march, I must decide why I feel I write? Or what do I feel when I write? i guess people write for many different kinds of reasons. Some write for money, some for pleasure, some to relive and some to remember. I have always had this sense of native awe at the potential power of the written word. It's the power to connect with the mind of an unknown, unsuspecting reader; it's the power to lead my reader's mind down the crooked lanes of my thoughts. It's the power to expand the assurance that flows from my words.

Croma (and I hope I have the spelling right) is a brand that sells electronics equipment in India. I heard an advertisement on FM radio that glibly talked about Croma’s willingness to sell electronic equipment in simple enough language that women could understand. It makes me cringe. India is so regressed in sexual thought. In some respects, I was born too early, in others too late.