"Some blog friends disappear, we don't know why. Sometimes suddenly the blog is silent, it happened once for me.
Sometimes bloggers choose to stop. Or their life, their interrests are different. You may keep touch with them. Sometimes...
Oh ! You must ever remember how it was whatever it was and treasure it carefully...
But something sure is that it is incredible and difficult to believe it happened : are we really true persons or just ghosts living
somewhere-nowhere ?"
My friend Cergie at Cergipontin posed this question and I wonder how would you answer.
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We are ghosts - for real people are identified by the sense of touch.:/
What is YOUR answer, Princess ?
The night when I lost my father, he came and sat on my bed. I can think my mind made he came. I wanted to see him and he came. It was just a dream.
However, one needs to see the persons you love laying dead or go to their funeral. If not, you cannot believe they are not living somewhere...
I would not treasure the past, but hope to trim the future with its' results, learning as we go.
That is not to ignore the past, it has many lessons, but to keep forward looking for those connections to future peace.
In this regard, I wish you a blossoming tomorrow!
You are so wise goatman. I appreciate the quality of comments that you leave on my posts. They deepen my understanding of the world. This is one of the reasons that I blog; to learn from the perspectives of others.
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