Sometimes it can be erased.
Sometimes it can be white-washed.
Sometimes it can be forgotten.
But it is indelibly part of the present.
Someone, somewhere, has copies, or screenshots of some of my most embarrassing posts here on Daves-not-here, and while I can wish them away, I can’t make them disappear forever.
They are a part of me.
For those of you who read them, they are a part of you, at least partially integrated into you.
For those of you who preserved them, they are fully integrated into you because you found either a positive or negative future value in them. I am a part of you. You can never remove me from yourself.
When your death arrives, as it will, the part of me that you integrated into yourself will be passed on to your children.
In this sense, we are both immortal and will live forever through your children.
Thank you for your part in making me, and whatever ideas I have had, and their influence on you, immortal.