Last week this blog reached post 850.¹

In athletics, that number would mark a respectable middle-distance race. In the race of ideas, when compared with the Shakespeares and Tolstoys, Voltaires and Leibnizs, 850 posts is probably just a first cry.

But Mind the Post is not a baby. As of this writing, it is nearly eighteen years old. In Spain, at that age you reach la mayoría de edad, — the age of legal adulthood. Which means this blog is about to become, officially, its own person.

How far will it go from here? Nobody knows. You just know that “prediction is very difficult, especially if it’s about the future.”

Every single year there has always been a moment when disappearing felt like the right move — closing the tab, going my own way, writing only for the drawer. But we are still here. Mind the Post has been this author’s Socratic screwdriver: the tool that keeps turning a thought until it sits right.

And I find strange comfort in something I came across recently while writing about Han Song, the Chinese science fiction writer who once declared that technology is an alien entity, that accepting it turns us into monsters — and who now uses an AI to help him finish his sentences: Han sigue escribiendo.

Han keeps writing. And perhaps that is what all of us are doing, what a culture does, what a species does: leaving a trace, not quite knowing why or for whom. For those who come after. For the model that will one day gather it all, and show it — to whoever happens to be paying attention — as something that once meant something.

Mind The Post, an 850-Post Gorilla Blog!

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(1) This post is #851