Good Night MyDD
It brought me a lot of joy to blog here over the years; used to, long ago it ended, just lingering on in silence. That's really the way to go imo; not with a big bang. Like a beat, for example, I liked a Japhy Ryder over a Ray Smith, but this blogged 'lived' like Jack; so much promise only to be brought down by the terms of the deal. I have never understood the term of 'putting it out of its misery.' Let it choose its own time, no need to play god. So back to the internet rumbles this domain goes on its own time. No doubt, to some sort of domain snatching outfit to sell links to underwear and amazon links. So be it. Be happy, peaceful. Whatever political fire I had is gone, quenched. Like a live lived and gone. On to the next one. Again and again, until, the point is reached where just lingering, waiting, each day passes another, until the end. Such off topic thoughts. No desire to blog. No need for this place; the community gone, wind scattered. I'll close with a Wendell Berry passage I read at Kramersbooks on the one reason, the one of Barbara Lee, of Jeannette Rankin in history, the one of the vote against the so-called Patriot Act.
"If we surely knew that the man before us, single in the multitue, would wreck the plane that would wreck the tower, whose fall would wreck a multitude of living souls, who would not kill him? If we knew for certain tha the one man in the cell would, if tortured, tell the truth and save a multitide, who would not turture him?"
One closing, William Stafford, will do:
"For it is important that awake people be awake, or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep; the signals we give --yes or no, or maybe-- should be clear: the darkness around us is deep."