There are some things in this world that seem so beautiful to me, so perfect and pure and good, that it hurts to know that they won't be seen by, appreciated by, the entire world. I don't want them to pass through unnoticed.
But in some ways I guess that's what art is, literature is, and at its essence that's what Twitter is. These things are a cacophony of voices struggling to tell the world what is beautiful and meaningful, to share and spread it and find a way to help it live on. I don't think that that's a bad thing. If only we could all absorb it all.