R.I.P. . .
All down the Blogger drain. Because the inspiration was like a lightening bolt, the words flowed directly onto the post with no file back-up. And those words ain't coming back.
It was like that Dylan song, when he sings:
"everyone of those words rang true and glowed like burning coal, pouring off of every page like it was written in my soul. . ."
But Blogger took the Post, like a Dennis Rader neighbor. . .
I'll have to carry the burden that Man now won't live up to his full potential. C'est la vie. R.I.P. to the Post That Never Was.