This media is marvelous. There was a time when something to write with and something to write upon was a precious commodity. Now words fall from the heavens or through the ether as fast as thought--sometimes as thoughtless.
I remember scritching in the sand and watching the tide erase what was there. But that's alright. I would have been taken for a witch for what I said, I am sure. In a land of marvels such as words through the ether, what I say can hardly have such import or consequence.
