If a demographer drew a line around the Salt Lake City area and then filtered out all but the LDS attorneys with a beautiful wife and two kids, heâ€™d still have quite a crowd.
Let’s suppose the demographer drew tighter circles within that circle. He could first circle the bloggers, and then the bloggern, and then the bloggern with coblogger brothers, or who were EOB.* Maybe the demographer could make circles based on some of the unique connections we learned about in Six Degrees of Times and Seasons. Maybe heâ€™d rely on unique talents and life-changing experiences we know nothing about. But heâ€™d eventually end up with just one circle containing a sheepish Ryan Bell, looking apprehensively at the crowd of people on the outside and at the gigantic pencil that kept boxing him in.
Ryan Bell tells me that his biography and personal details donâ€™t matter much. I should just make something up, he says. I decline. Truth is stranger than fiction and more interesting. Whatâ€™s more, in Mormonism I doubt that thereâ€™s anything much like a disembodied truth. Whatever Ryan Bellâ€™s message, it comes from the man.
So I give you the once and the future, the eternal, and the only Ryan Bell.
* Enemies of Bob. It’s more or less like Friends of Bill, with a few obvious differences.