It is a small world...

Not all that long ago Walt Disney told us it was "a small world after all"
Sitting in front of my computer screen with internet access, it does not take one living in the imagine-nation to see that true. It is a small world. I can be half way acroos this world and back again almost before the "and/or" gates open and close. (Ink dries on the paper for us older ones)
What is it that means?
Well my thoughts can "meander like a restless wind inside a letter box" but, if I post them they indeed go "Across the universe", or at least threw the air! Which makes me think, though they may start just a thought in one way, yet as the pass through the air, who is to say what "the power of the air" may do with them.
Maybe this sounds paranoid (I do not know why "everyone" thinks I'm paranoid?) but it is a thought, for what ever it is worth.
So I'm thinking something might be posted, with all God's goodness behind it, yet it may come out the other end, passing threw the air, as something that it was never meant to be. Grain of salt type thing I guess as my mother would tell me.
Museing I am nothing more.