Why am I doing this?

Let's face it. We all love talking. Sharing ideas, exploring each others minds. I, undoubtedly, am a talker. It's such a pleasure to formulate your own ideas right there, on the spot, with the light shining on you. Mistakes? They dont exist. Error becomes a mere detail which goes by unnoticed. And that's the beauty of it; whats wrong is right, because wrong is inexistent. But that doesnt happen now does it? As much as we love talking, we love "snobbing"; we are the kings of our own kingdoms. So our conversations only go so far, because we are too different to accept the views of somebody else. Thats why I'm writing here. There's no trouble to be coped with when you're really writing for yourself! Now I'll leave you with a chunk of the best speech I've ever heard: "To those who can hear me, I say - do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed - the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. ..... Soldiers! don’t give yourselves to brutes - men who despise you - enslave you - who regiment your lives - tell you what to do - what to think and what to feel! Who drill you - diet you - treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate - the unloved and the unnatural! Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty!" - The Great Dictator, Charles Chaplin