Taking up Space

Mountaineering, for example.  Lets say I decide to write a blog on the exciting world of mountaineering, and all that it is to hang on to Nature....... and I get excited and I create and design and there, then, is MountainBlog - and then as my excitement seeps away and reality rushes in to fill the void, I wake up to the nagging thought  that apart from the fact that I know there are mountains and I know, for a second fact, that people climb them, I do, in actual fact, know nothing more.  So the great future that was MountainBlog dies a rather sudden yet quiet, and may I say, somewhat dignified,  death.  But then, once dead, where does it go?  I don't write it, no-one reads it, but it cant just stop and disappear. Does it take up space somewhere?  Is it sitting on a massive computer somewhere (and here I confess that in my mind most of what we call internet is actually a huge clanking mega computer that exists, like a digital warehouse).  Does MountainBlog just float around an ether of deadness, does it lie on some data shelf?  And if many, many people all do the same and abandon blogs, and emails, and websites, where do they go?  Where are they?  I think it comes from me seeing them as concrete things in the first place, webs are items, solid bodies somewhere.  Does this blog, the rainbowblog, does this inhabit the same space as MountainBlog?  Are we neighbours with our deceased data?

And what of people?  I mean, in time, since the first person, be it stone age or whatever age, since the first 'man' there have been lots of people.  And I mean LOTS of people.  And we are told that the massive chalk cliffs are sea animals, and we dig up dinosaurs and we are told that oil came from dinosaurs and ancient life etc., but where are all the people?  Where are the hundreds of thousands of the people who have lived before us?  Why don't we have cliffs made out of people bones?  Where did they go?  How come we aren't tripping over skeletal remains of ancient man wherever we dig?  And that oil, if it was proven to contain ancient man bones too, would we still feel as happy about pumping it out and using it? 

Ah, the wonders of climbing, seeking out each foothold....... testing, no, daring nature with each step, throwing the challenge of survival to fate, reaching ......... oh forget it, I know nothing about mountaineering.  Now, cakes - that I could do.