Is there meaning in life?

More than 4,000 years ago, over many decades, primitive men (supported by their women, no doubt) built Stonehenge. It stood for centuries until "modern" humans began chipping away at it for souveniers to give some value to their lives and the money they spent on their two-week vacations. Perhaps members of most western societies need tangible items to give their lives meaning. Clearly, I need photos.

If an event occurs and there are no photos--is it a lesser moment?

I often remember the picture rather than the moment. I fear I am forgetting the emotions and feelings of the event. I am also putting myself at the center of the event rather than participating in the interactions and experience. Pose! Smile!

Overall, I get much pleasure out of documenting my world and somehow feel it makes it more valid and real to have pictures (and words to a lesser extent).

I would love to think that Google's servers will be up in 4,000 years and some youngster will look at my blog and giggle at my effort at immortality and wisdom.

Of course, maybe Jet and Chico have the right idea...