Spiritus Mundi: Click "Publish"

"Spiritus Mundi" translates from Latin to literally mean "world spirit." Or maybe it's "spirit of the world." The "spirit world"?

I don't know. I don't read Latin.

All I do know is that I came across a more symbolic meaning for the phrase, and I was inspired:
"The spirit, outlook, point of view, or social and cultural values characteristic of an era of human history." (1)

Upon further investigation, I found that it came from a Yeats poem titled "Second Coming." Supposedly, "'Spiritus Mundi' was a term used by W.B. Yeats to describe the collective soul of the universe containing the memories of all time. From 'Spiritus Mundi,' Yeats believed, came all poets' inspiration." (2)

The memories and inspiration of an entire era of human history? That's a pretty big ask. So, no, I'm obviously not claiming that's what this blog is.

Instead, I'd say that this blog is a compilation of the following:

what inspires me
my personal history
the way I encounter the world
my interactions with others
thoughts on this era of human history
the results of my inspirations: poems, stories, etc.

Some things will be light, others serious. Some factual, some poetic. Basically, it's a total free for all.

For a sense of cohesion, though, I would say that the goals for any piece I write here are the same:

create
inspire
collect
unite
poeticize

I hope that, as you read here, you can find a few of those ideas.

Really, this is what it boils down to:

A year and a half ago, I started writing my thoughts here. I always clicked "Save" but never "Publish." Now, I hope to change that by committing to something bigger than myself.

I won't promise perfection, and I won't post daily.

Instead, my one underlying goal is for myself, and it is simply this: Write it.

Welcome to my journey.

[Check out my super credible sources for those definitions. (1) (2)]

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