I've been obsessed with the idea of "thought collecting" since I
   was about 11 yrs old. Tried different ways to go about it
   through the years and meanwhile living my life, going wherever
   it takes me. For 2.5 yrs I've been quite literally collecting my
   thoughts in a different form - not always serious either, in 6
   second increments on Vine. Thoughout it all, I hashtagged, sent
   to Twitter, etc -hoping some analytical tools would eventually
   emerge to help me sort out my uncertainties. But meanwhile, just
   lived my life in whatever direction it took. My latest kick has
   been this past weekend: I converted 6000+ of these Vines (I have
   a long way to go), converting the hashtagging into a form
   acceptable by the Internet Archive, and batch sending them up.
   [1]https://archive.org/details/kennethudut - and it's allowing
   me to see myself from a different perspective, while also
   digitizing at least bits of my "self" onto a site that's
   non-profit, an archive by mission... and it takes some of the
   worry about losing information away from me, because I trust
   them. Already I got a little insight: the things I talk about
   the most point to themes I apparently find interesting enough to
   share. I still have another 8000+ to snag and download, convert
   and process - these are ones I'd downloaded about a year ago and
   just sat until I could figure out what to do with them. Mind
   you, these are spare time projects - but I try to maximize the
   time I can do these types of things in in whatever ways I can.
   [2]https://archive.org/details/kennethudut So, my answer to
   death has been this: Living on in the moment-to-moment ways I
   might touch/impact individuals. A single "like" can mean that,
   just for a moment, there was a connection between me and someone
   else. That means they share something with me. Like two
   particles entangled, even when I die, a little piece carries
   forward with someone else. The beauty is: they don't have to
   remember my name. The connection was made: I am immortal. But
   then the other part of me wants something more "out there". Case
   study of one person that perhaps no one will ever do ever in the
   history of future humanity. But, it's my shot. I'm still in the
   collecting phrase - my icopiedyou site has the bulk of things so
   far... but I can't depend on that being there forever because I
   have to pay for it. Eventually I'll figure out how I want to
   proceed with archiving it more permanently. I just don't know
   yet how. It's not that I like the random individual things from
   here and there: I'd LOVE for it to be all organized. But I don't
   know how to do it. So, I collect. Share. Tag as best I can...
   and hope that new insights will 'hit me' where I'll be able to
   organize myself more thoroughly, to connect all of the loops
   into an engine of "me" that can carry on somehow, regardless of
   my presence... or even my name. Sounds grandiose but I figure,
   "why not?" It's a form of immortality. It's not based on
   popularity but on presence. I'm satisfied with that. It allows
   me to keep being me.

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