The Complete Egoist by Arthur Guiterman
I have tried over the years to reconcile the whole of what is social networking to how it helps or destroys the effort of devoting one's life to the pursuit of God. Reading through a sermon written by a family member in 1976, I came across this poem by Arthur Guiterman called "The Complete Egoist", who wrote this around 1930 about our pursuit to self. I wonder what he would think of our narcissism in 2010.
A Mollusc who dwelt in primordial slime Was always himself to the innermost core; As being himself took up most of his time, He never did anything more. Still just as he was, though long ages have flown, He stands on the specimen-cabinet shelf A fossil, immortal in durable stone, A monument raised to himself.