Now I should be so lucky! Or you.
The only analogy in the human world is an Internet habitat called a blog. The blog is the grapho-ego-maniac's perfect outlet. It's a daily, hourly or perpetual diary, belonging solely to a writer and her thoughts. These thoughts are made public to the world every time the writer is at the keyboard, which in some cases is 20/7. Some people, cruising by, will read the postings and respond to them with thoughts of their own or, even better, some admiration, and some move into the blog, reacting to the writer's every entry with one of their own, like a family member, and all in real time. Eventually, a small community is born, with the blogger at the center of the web, entertaining or devouring her haphazard relatives and any number of "guests." Today, there are literally millions of blog-masters on the Web, each of them spider-like at the center of their own world. Most of them believe, doubtlessly, that this is all the world they need and that they are at the center not just of their private world, but that of the world itself.
In the real world, winter comes and even the greatest spider dies, eventually. The blog will likewise go on until the blogger runs out of room on the server and can't pay the bill. Then it's clear not only that there is a bigger world, but that there are students of webs and blogs who watch and wonder about all the work.