And when I die….

Yes, when I am dead my possessions will be scattered to the winds. The only beliefs others will hold about me will be what someone else has told them, truth or lies.
But, rumor mongers and the deceitful will die as well. And, unless I am historically famous, the gossip will die with them. Nothing will be left of them, except maybe some long past boring scuttlebutt.

That’s why I blog. As long as some server, somewhere, holds a small piece of my psyche, as long as some embodiment of my spirit reduced to words and images can speak to some yet unknown kindred spirit, that which is of my core will live to speak again.

And, if you took the time to come this far, might as well play the video.

 

2017: I have written more about this: It is too bad for the wood which finds itself a violin.