Why does anything exist? Does it share an interdependent co-existence with everything else and therefore is interconnected to each and every other entity in the universe? Or does it thrive in isolation, existing for the sake of existence: sans interdependence, sans meaning, and sans purpose. If a blog had no readers, a performer without an audience, and beauty without eyes to behold, would they truly be that which they are without the complement that helps them to define what they strive to be? Can we know what love is if weâ€™ve never known hate? Can we feel pleasure if weâ€™ve never felt pain? Can we recognize the absence of light if weâ€™ve never stumbled amidst darkness? Seemingly, these dualities are interdependent and they interact to maintain a state of equilibrium, a cyclic regeneration of diametrically opposing and harmoniously coalescing forces. Thus, a blog shares an intimate connection with its reader via vicarious means and if it was used exclusively as a private journal then the relationship would be direct with its creator. Its purpose is defined by the intent of its creator and its meaning is derived from the experience of its existence. It exists for the reader and the reader exists for it.