Only Connect….

Murphsplace (The Prose and The Passion) is coming up to the two-year mark. And the anniversary has spawned some thoughts….

Sometimes in the quiet of the night, after I upload the newest news to the Internet via the magic of FTP, I picture the lines of text I have written, and the links, traveling somewhere outside space - lifting from my computer on a quiet suburban street in New Jersey to fly across the USA; then dip down into the vastness of Canada, before flying down to Rio, Mexico, and all the Central and South American countries.

Soaring like Lindbergh over the Atlantic to England, Scotland and Ireland, the land of my ancestors - winging north to Scandinavia, peering into homes in Spain and France, Italy, Germany and Belgium, and farther east to Poland, Central Europe, Israel, Iran, and then to the golden spires of Russia. In my wildest dreams did I ever imagine connecting with someone in the vastness of Russia!

The words gather speed then, and swoop down over the Far East past Japan to Perth, and east over the bush to Nana's Glen, where I hope they find a home, though they may only peek into the compound there before continuing on to Sydney and Melbourne and all the other exotic (to me) cities of distant Australia. Finally, they flutter over the waters past Tasmania to the mountains and beaches of New Zealand where my friend Liza lives in a house just steps from the sea.

It is a true wonder to think that the talent and charisma of one man has connected so many of us and has created a world unbounded by boundaries or language.

I will never see these places, but when I work on my web site, I sit like a benevolent senior spider at the center of a web that encompasses the entire world. And that should be enough for anyone to have or to wish for.

Thank you all for keeping me going - Thanks to all the Russell Crowe web sites that fly along the skies with mine. And thanks to you, Russell, for being the force that connects us all - that puts the wind beneath our feet.