Last night there was a discussion online over a sorrowful, tragic thing that happened in the blogosphere on Christmas Eve. A blogger took her own life. There's very little to go on from her blog, to try to make sense, to see some sort of signs, to understand that she was filled with such despair, so much so that she would take a gun and kill herself on Christmas Eve. These are thin times though - and happy thoughts just won't do, no matter how much we wish it so.
Blogging is at once an isolated activity and yet one that is at the same time bursting with a kind of community. Words matter. As we read the reflections of other bloggers over this shock, we see how friendships develop over time - people do care, the written word is powerful. But it's still not the same as actually being there. At some point, there's nothing that can compare to looking into the eyes of a friend who takes your hand and wipes away the tears.