Several years ago I started a blog on 'blogger'. 'A Rock To Stand On,' I called it. I was going through an inner crisis, not sure any more what I believed in or wanted to do with my life. It was going to be my personal diary about all the things that obsess me: motorcycles; motorcycle travel; mountains; camping; walking; politics; poetry; rockabilly; classical music; complementary medicine; evolutionary theory; history; economics; philosophy; science fiction; words, words, words... I'm mercurial; butterfly brained, into everything but sticking at nothing - not even blog writing.
I couldn't make up my mind whether I wanted to tell everyone about my new blog or no-one. In the end I told no-one except one very old friend with a quirky sense if humour and a unique take on the world. He liked it. And that was enough. I made no effort to tell or please anyone else. I only ever made a couple of entries, and they were almost exclusively about motorcycle journeys I had made; a little bit of text and a lot of pictures. then the thoughtful mood passed, and so, from that time to this, 'A rock to stand on' has persisted in the unregarded silence of cyberspace, neither read nor caring to be read.
I have no idea why, but for the first time in several years, I visited it again tonight. It brought back a lot of old thoughts and memories. Maybe the mood has returned. Maybe I'll take it up again. Here's a link if anyone is interested. http://arocktostandon.blogspot.co.uk/
'There's class warfare alright, but it's my class, the rich class, that's making war, and we're winning'. Warren Buffet SV-Wolf's Bike Blog