Emily Dickinson (poem 288, c. 1861):
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise–you know!
How dreary–to be–Somebody!
How public–like a Frog–
To tell one’s name–the livelong June–
To an admiring Bog!
And I like this comment about Facebook from a reader at Andrew Sullivan’s blog:
[Facebook] plays into some very unpleasant human social characteristics, foremost the temptation to evaluate one’s own worth based on a comparison with others: what they have, what they do, where they holiday, etc. It is a profoundly unspiritual experience.
All flesh is grass. Better to read Emily and follow her. At least she did something lasting. Here’s another of her poems (poem 1121, c. 1868):
Time does go on–
I tell it gay to those who suffer now–
They shall survive–
There is a sun–
They don’t believe it now.