As I related, I sort FFL posts in Yahoo mail. I don't delete them. I just
prioritise the sort into different categories. I am now in the Neo interface,
not e-mail, and not a single Richard Williams post is visible, so he must be in
the bathroom or something. So generally I read some posts and not others, but
they are all still available if I choose.
I generally read Barry's posts because they often generate a lot of fallout,
and they are often related to issues that FFL was designed to investigate.
Barry and Michael seem to bring out the 'Cult Response' (I wonder if Herbert
Benson ever wondered about that). Even though they are sorted into a more or
less oblivion folder, I will occasionally read one of Richard's posts, or
Nabby's, though I tend to skip posts that consist of one sentence, and even two
or three because it is likely not to contain an argument or any useful
information.
I can mark a folder 'all read' at a touch. I do not have to delete because the
folder is on Yahoo's server, not my hard drive, so it doesn't take up space on
my equipment.
The sort enables me to read the posts of a single person all in a bunch, and
that gives me a better idea if reading that person is interesting. Then I can
rewrite the sort rule to put them in another category, even in their own folder.
If I am not interested in certain posts or posters, that does not mean someone
else is also not interested. I know many people that thrive on meaningless
conversation.
If I do not read your posts, whomever you may be, it is not because I think
you are a horrible person, etc, (though you may be nonetheless), for I may be
just as much a non-entity to you as your are to me. The goal of spiritual
practice, if there is one, is after all, to become a nobody.
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
( —— T.S. Eliot)
