it's gone

 This is one of the saddest things. The reason I write most of my blog posts is because of an amazing thought that I do not trust myself alone with so I jot it down here, and I just had probably the most brilliant of them all, but it was unrelated to anything I as doing and while I waited for this site to load, I forgot and cannot seem to "jar" the memory at all. It is like when you forget to save a perfectly written draft of a term paper and then accidentally it is erased or lost, all you have left is the memory of something great.

This is a sort of Eulogy for the missing thought. but, as much as I am saddened by the loss of the thought, I know that it happened, and is recorded in my mind somehow. as I was hoping or rather counting on working out the occurrences here as I usually do, another thought takes it's place:

That was for you.

It is true I generally publish my insights. It stems from a belief in the fact that we write to know that we are not alone, and since childhood (when I started generating thoughts worth having) I used to feel isolated, though I also sort of figured that it was for my good, I felt isolated from some great group of thinkers and creators, and these tiny little tidbits are written precisely to be recognized, and something tells me this idea is not to be shared, and so I am not being allowed to have it because I could not keep it to myself.