What a difference it makes?

I have a self imposed tyranny, the tyranny of the literary daily blog... I feel kind of incomplete when i am not able to achieve this simple task, and today is one of those days... The world keeps on turning, for the good and for the bad and my tiny omitted contribution seems not to make anything different by just not having been born. It is frustrating to see a blank page blown away, with no remarks, no red circles or arrows, reminders of any kind, just like if this day would have never existed... No testimony, no paranoia dripping in shape of surrealistic vocables. I wonder if my lines would have changed a single fiber of the universe's balance. That is a question with no answer, the unknown factor that maybe would have made the matter's interrelation variate to the point of turning the concept of all what is known upside down... blah blah blah i know, only diatribes and senseless speculation. There is no point on trying to find out what is that lies under the present layer, it is too familiar and obvious to think that there is a bunch of infinity mysterious possibilities that could have been and never were. Let's leave it like that, wrapped up in some casual clothes. B_Nour