Gorilla-Based Epiphanies and the Inifinite Monkey Theorum

I'm finding it hard to write today. This is the fourth time this afternoon I've sat down in front of the computer and attempted to come up with something coherent, never mind interesting. I knew starting out that not everything I write was going to be worth reading. In fact, I had a pretty good idea that those "interesting" entries may not come for some time, or not at all. I continually go back to the concept of the "infinite monkey theorum." If you're not familiar with this one it is, simply put: an infinite amount of monkeys hitting keys at random on a keyboard for an infinite amount of time will almost surely, at some point, produce the complete works of Shakespeare. You can probably see where I'm going with this.
At some point, if I do this long enough, I'm gonna strike a cord with someone. Or maybe I won't. I guess I'm doing this for myself, but ultimately, I want others to see it and appreciate it on some level, even if it is a zoological one. If I draw an analogy between myself and this many monkeys theory, I guess that makes me a chimpanzee. But I'd prefer if you'd see me as a gorilla. Gorillas are cooler. And bigger. And tougher. Why on earth would anyone want to be a chimp when they have the option of being a great, silver-backed, mountain gorrilla? It's not even a question. Gorilla it is and pardon the tangent.
So here I am, a large, proud, silver-back (save the sarcasm), typing away at my computer for what seems like an eternity (and it could be an eternity, if we truely follow the analogy) and then, one day, PRESTO! I finish my daily typing exercise and what do I have in front of me but the greatest journal entry (let's face it, that's what a blog really boils down to) ever written. But you won't know about it, because you only read my blog once. You read it, and not being aware of the Infinite Monkey Theorum, you think to yourself, "This guy is a hack. I'm never going to read this crap again!"
To which I would reply, "It's your loss pal."
Now, I agree that most of what I'm writing here has little to no value beyond being a catharsis for my injurned mind; but what if, just WHAT IF, I do this long enough and stumble into writing the greatest thought ever conceived by man? Not because of any genius on my part, but because of the law of inifite possibilities? That idea is enough to keep this simian plugging away. The question is, is it enough to keep you coming back for more?


tune in Friday for thoughts on gin-clear fly-fishing, hard rock music, and 75lbs. hamburgers...