From an entry on Barlowfriendz about the death of Spalding Grey comes this paragraph:
“Among the beliefs that he and I shared was a conviction that making public the intimately personal is a revolutionary act in an atomized society where many feel compelled to play so close to the chest that they can’t read their own cards. Being emotionally naked before strangers extends to them a permission for self-revelation they badly need if they are to loosen the shackles of their own quiet desperations. It is a blow against the pursuit of loneliness.
I don’t care whether or not I sound like some kind of self-indulgent old hippy, but to me this reads like a profound manifesto for weblogging – in which every single post is a tiny act of revolution, a sputtering light that draws others closer for warmth and companionship.