I got to thinking about what I would do if I decided to quit blogging. Some people simply delete their blogs entirely and all their own creativity, over months and even years, is sucked into a black hole alongside the thoughts of everyone who ever commented on their blog. It as if they never existed. Now I understand people's reasons for doing this, it could be that what you had written was something that could destroy a relationship or your career and guess under those circumstances I would probably think it a wise move.

Ohter people delete their blog because they no longer like the me that it represents. They are angry and want a new me to replace it with, as if they can only be reborn as a phoenix from the ashes of what was. Now I understand that also because I have done similar things with photographs and then spent years regretting the fact that I have very few photographs of me and my first girlfriend.

So what of my own blog if I cease to write. I think I would leave it be in cyberspace. Like a small star at the end of its life cooling down until it is just a black dwarf, an ember in the sky, a reminder of what once was. My blog after all is my own partial story of my life and so I have never deleted anything because it is a record of what I felt at that time and I find it quite comforting that someone sometime in the future will enter certain keywords into the search engines of that day and chance upon my life and my thoughts and perhaps it will entertain them or sadden them but in some way I, even if from beyond the grave, my influence will still be there albeit in the smallest of ways.

And if she still chances by my blog good luck to Anna ABE unlimited whose blog disappearing prompted this post. She wrote many beautiful things and always took the trouble to comment in full on my own and always corteously even when we disagreed strongly. I know she was troubled and I hope ending her blog was not in part caused by that.

Black hole